You turn and see a tall middle aged woman wearing the uniform of a girl scout den mother. Despite your shock, you answer without thinking.
"Kayla, I wanted to join the girl scouts!" You even sound excited about it...and despite your best efforts to try to explain the situation..you cant help but feel the overwhelming thoughts of a little girl taking over your conscious mind, pushing the real you into the back.
"Well then dear, finish getting dressed, alright! We'll introduce you to the other girls." The woman says. She leaves you alone once more..but now even alone in the room with uniforms, you can only find interest in the ones that belong to girls. You shiver as you pull up the little brown dress of a brownie scout...followed by pleated socks and mary janes. You wiggle your toes despite yourself and turn to the mirror. A towheaded and be-freckled 5 year old girl gazes excitedly back at you with a tooth missing in front. Her hair is drawn up to pigtails and she looks the part of a fledgling girlscout. She even has a name, which you can now barely read, on her vest. "Kayla."
Then...