is now a little boy, looking funny in her girly-colored, tight-fitting clothes.
Her eyes are big, and she looks like she's about to cry.
<It's okay,> you squeak. <We can change you back.>
"Maybe", you think to yourself.
<We just need to get you out of here first before you turn into something else.>
Betty nods, and she and you turn to go--but she can't stop herself from catching sight of her reflection in another mirror.