"Mother, I'm home from the beach!" called Ryan's once youngest sister, Maria.
Maria had always been the most popular child in the family even though she was seven-years younger than him and his former twin sister, but when she entered high school, her wild streak calmed down quite a bit.
"I'm in here!" called their mother as she finished slipping the gingham dress over his head and fastening it up the back. "Oh, my," she added quietly to herself noticing that the dress was two sizes too big for her new and improved son, Ryan.
"Hey, mom, I've invited Amy and Danielle over, is that..." Maria's voice slowly became barely a whisper when she saw an infant sitting on Ryan's bed crying. "...Who's that?" she asked curiously looking between her mother and the infant.
"It's your brother, Ryan, or should I say your new baby sister," said their mother chuckling.
"Ryan, but how? How did this happen?"
However, instead of answering, their mother picked the now cracked medallion up off the floor. "Do me a favor and get rid of this ugly thing," she said tossing it to her daughter in the door way.
Over the next few days, Ryan grew accustom to his new life and slowly his family grew accustom to what had happened; despite the fact that Ryan's father tried his hardest to avoid being trapped in the same room alone with him whenever possible.