Cheryl felt the change, the strange budding warmth that began in her small bare toes and trickled its way up her ankles into her legs, filtering over her childlike body. It made its way up her belly to her chest and arms, flowing over her fingers like a strange invisible glove, no physical transformation truelove visible to her eyes. Behind her in the wardrobe all of her sundresses were replaced by various bits of boy's clothing ...well except one. Slowly in her mind, a new mischievous tenacity began to grow. She began to think more about doing boys things: playing basketball, baseball, having short hair, getting dirty and climbing trees. Even playing pranks on girls appealed to her changing mind. To Cheryl, being a tomboy came almost as naturally as being a girl had, sure she still remembered it but it made her gag to think she'd grow up to become one of those beauty queens. Then she remembered the remote...