“I’m
sorry, Mom. I’ll buy you a new swimsuit, I swear, just don’t get mad at me”
“How
could I be mad at you, Nick. If anything, I’m just mad that you didn't tell me
about this sooner. I’ve always wanted a daughter”
“W-What?
Do you really mean it? I’m so confused right now”
“Keep
the swimsuit, Nicole. You look so pretty. Where did you get those breast forms
from?”
“I
bought them on the internet. It’s a hassle sometimes, but I wouldn’t look like
a girl without them”
“I
need to talk with a doctor so we can get you on hormones, I bet you must hate
not having realistic girl parts”
“I’d love to be your daughter, Mom. We could go
shopping, have girl talk, and do so much more. I’m so excited to start from
scratch!”
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