You walk home from school, thinking how weird the day has gone. You woke up to find yourself transformed into a girl and everyone else, your parents, siblings, teachers and friends all act like it's normal, that you have always been a girl.
That in health class the teacher talked about female anatomy and gave a graphic description of PMS and all other sorts of crap girls have to go through didn't make it any better.
As you walk down the sidewalk, you see a small crowd gathering. As you get closer, you see they are watching a trio of clowns performing. 'Oh great,' you think to yourself. When you were little, you had a deathly fear of clowns. You got over it, but you still think they're annoying. At least that's one part of you that hasn't changed.
One of the clowns is tying balloons into animals, while the two are slapping each other and squirting water in each other's faces. Suddenly one of them spots you and to your shock, cartwheels over to you.
The clown lands on his feet, andlooks you straight in the eyes. "What do we have here?" he says in an annoyingly goofy voice. "A little girl who isn't smiling? We can't have that."
"Please, you say, fighting the urge to say you're not really a girl, "I just want to get home; I've had a big shock today."
"Well, this will put a smile on that frowny face of yours." The clown reaches behind his back and suddenly....