You are distraught. You have no idea what to do. You just wanted to help a loss baby but now the girls have even taken your boyhood from you. You wonder how your sister is doing, hopefully those girls wouldn’t hurt a fellow girl.
Eventually you decide you can’t just stay out forever. You begin walking around the old ruins you find yourself in, likely abandoned due to the war which rages on. You look around your surroundings, seems to have been a normal bedroom, you spot a mirror off in the corner.
Signing, you decide to walk over to it. You might as well have a look at what you look like, it’s goimg to come up sooner or later.
In the mirror you see a girl around your age with a distraught expression. Long light hair, a pretty dress and sandal an-
Wait... did you say pretty?
Shaking your head you fine you cannot turn your head away from the mirror. Someone about seeing your new self reflected back at you make sure you feel tingly in the head. In fact you’ve been feeling a tingle since you got hit but now it’s only increasing.
Suddenly despite your worry, you find it hard to resist smiling at the reflect “I look so pretty!” You say excitedly.
“Wait... no...” you say catching yourself. A slight headache comes on as you search your thoughts. Looking at your hands, when once they seem unfamiliarly small they now look normal, as if that’s what you expect. Thinking back to your old self you think about how UGLY your old clothes were. Nothing like your pretty dress.
“Why was I wearing such ugly BOY clothes anyway? I’m a girl!” You announce proudly to no one in particular before realising what you said.
“Wait no I’m Mas... Ma.... Mabel..” as you finish you realise you can’t remember any other name for yourself. You feel your thoughts going increasingly girly. You’re thinking about how much boys such and how girls rule the world.
Your headache grows and you quickly distract yourself by looking back at the mirror to see a smiling cheerful young girl smiling back.
“That’s right! I’m Mabel Jones. A proud member of the Girl Team! Because girls rule the world!” You shout, believing it fully. You then realise you’ve wandered quite a bit away from base.
“I better get back to the other girls” you say to yourself cheerfully as you skip out of the ruins, destroyed by the nasty boys, in order to get back to the girls.