As the wish of being a girl forms in my mind, I feel the clothes vanish from my body, my shoulders narrow, and my breasts grow out into b-cup boobs.
At first, I feel sort of odd about the boobs, and I feel sort of embarrassed about them. However, then I remember that it's normal for women to have them. That ignites my inner feminist, and I feel kind of sorry for women in those backwards countries where women are forced to cover their bodies. On behalf of all women, I should bare my assets with dignity.
Once that is established in my mind, the distraction of being embarrassed about my body vanishes, and I find myself hearing Ms. Barnes more clearly.
"...so I was wondering, since your mother asked, if you would like to pursue a part-time job there," she concludes, smiling, and she adds, "although I am sorry that we can only offer a clerical position, you know, typing in written docs, alphabetizing filing cabinets, and pulling staples."
I nod my head enthusiastically, feeling excited. "I'm excited to try, Ms. Barnes!" I chirp happily.
"Well, come by my office later today, and we will fill out an application right away," she concludes. "I will see you there!"
I give an excited giggle and I clutch my books to my chest excitedly as I continue on my way.
As I walk along, though, I feel the hot pavement burning at my feet. Dang it! I sure do wish...