Erica woke up and stretched her arms above her head. She walked into the bathroom, but screamed and ran back to her room to look at herself in the mirror. Instead of an 11-yearold girl wearing a red skirt and white t-shirt, stood an 11-year-old BOY wearing a red skirt and white t-shirt.
She stared at the obvious buldge in the skirt, but pulled it aside to make sure. She DEFINETLY wasn't a girl anymore.
She sat down on her bed, trying to think of what to do, when she saw the bottle lying on the floor. She grabbed it and read the label.
"For a chance in who you are. If results are not satisfactory, please visit our web site at www.change.com."
"But I don't have a computer," Erica sighed, "Wait, I could use the public ones down at the mall." She got up to run out the door but stopped.
"I'm a boy now. I can't go out wearing a skirt."