A light purple cell phone with a rose on it, a sicker for a band I had never heared of, double flip phone that flips closed and has a small keyboard. I flip the phone open and turn it on. No password, vertural coupon book for local girl stores, A bunch of music files, Crome browser. I open the browser as I expected band/ singers web sites, Chat rooms about clothes, make up, teen dating advice sites, e-books teen romance, space adventure staring women, Nancy Drew, Harry Potter, worst witch, group of boy turned in to girl books. A vertural hamster now dead. a bunch small games mall pin ball, teteraus , solitaire, Deck of Harts ( a girly card battle game). Phone numbers split into family, girl friends, boy friends.
The shop owner watched as the eleven year old boy`s hair grows to his shoulders, his figures grow dainty, his chest grow cc cup breasts, his hips widen and his legs grow curvy and feet match his hands. His clothes become two inch wedge heels, socks become tights, his paints become a skirt then fusses with his shirt to a green dress. Looking like a fourteen year old girl.
"Find every you need, Adria" the shop owner says. "Yes, I did sorry I left my phone hear last time" A girls voice says. "I know you would come back for it, girl" the shop owner says. The phone rings, "Aunt Meg, you are just pulling up" Adria says. "Lost things and people find their way here" the owner says. My aunt Megan is just three years older then me, a product of my grandfathers third or was it his fourth) marge, but razed by my mom after Megan`s mom went to jail. We are more like sisters then aunt and niece. We sing along to domb pop songs. We pull up the drive way of a large house.