"Belle... Nice name" mom mused.
Paul, still hysterical, stammered, "This isn't funny, mom. I don't wanna be a 'Belle'." She looked over at her changed books, bag, and clothes, frightened that they'd change further into that of a feminine eight year old. Suddenly, she had a thought, erasing her pout. "Wait! Maybe this is an accident. You don't have any 'Belle 'in your class? Any of your classes?"
Mom sighed. "Sorry sweetie. "
Paul's face fell. "What is happening to me?! I'm not Belle, I'm Paul!"
Ï know, that since I don't have any better ideas for the moment... Belle"
"What if you forget? What if you like me better like this?" Paul snapped. The pink leotard and tights she wore under her dress felt tighter, and she fully expected her blue dress would turn pink any second. Mom sighed again, not knowing what to say. Both mother and daughter remained quiet, until they got home. Paul was glad that they could get inside without being seen from the street. Immediately, she stormed up to her room.
"Don't you want your burger?" mom asked
"No! I'm getting something else on" Paul snapped. Mom held her tongue, knowing that Paul needed to cool off. She grabbed her new daughter's bag, and tipped out its contents, seeing it had all changed to that off an eight year old girl, As she was about to investigate, she heard a scream.
"What the fuck?! "Paul wailed, causing mom to stop searching. She was about to scold her daughter again, but fell silent, as she saw Paul staring into her room, stunned into silence, so she looked. Even she was shocked to see that the former teen's room was now pastel pink, had a pink canopy bed, and the electronics were mostly gone, replaced by girls' toys. The only thing left was a laptop, which naturally, was pink. It was a girls' room , and the only constant between the old room and new is that it was messy.