"Well, there's no way to avoid it, Declan. And besides, you did this yourself. No one else forced you to do this. Now wait here while I go get your sister so she can help me dress you properly."
Declan froze at the emphasis his mother used on the word dress.
"No, wait, mom! I can change back. All I need is a few hours and the medallion with a piece of my clothing ..."
"Oh, your clothing you say. I know the perfect clothing for you and it isn't any of that tattered male clothing you have in your closet. That's all going to the Salvation Army. No, it's a sweet little dress that Katie's almost out grown. But you, you have at least another two years of being able to wear it. Oh, and I'm sure you'll look just as adorable as she does in it, since you look almost identical to her." At these words, Declan's mother took an even closer look at her former son and chuckled. "Make that, you look exactly like your new big sister Katie."