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Hell no!

You feel weaker and uncomfortable as a girl. You look down at your swollen chest and weak arms. You can't spend your life like this. You stop at the door and shout, "I'm not spending my life as a fucking girl!" You yell to Maroo. "You did this to me! Why the hell can't you fix me?" Your voice hits a high note as you say this and you feel it doesn't have the provacitive effect you hoped for. "You're stuck like this, and being fighting the facts isn't going to help you," Maroo replies. "I am not going to have my life screwed up because of you." You say calmly, trying to control the anger and depression built up inside you. You take a few step back from the door, your sandels clacking on the concrete floor. You've never felt this small or pathetic in your life. Maroo doesn't try to stop you, but continues to hold the door open. You notice that, although you were both the same height before your disfigurement, you are now have to look up slightly to maintin eye contact with her. You continue to backtrack slowly, feeling disoriented from your smaller body and the alien weight on your chest.


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