"... Michelle had a lisp." finished Erin.
"Pleath don't" pleaded Mike but it was too late. After everyone else that had happened, a lisp would be the least of this boy's problems, the most pressing was that he was no longer a boy. In his, I mean her, shyness the little girl in front of us started to blush and stuck her thumb in her mouth, a new instinct for her prepubescent body.
"ah, don't pout now sweety, we'll turn that frown upside down in no time," said Erin, grabbing the small child under her arms and lifting her into the air. Suddenly an old characteristic took over and Michelle hit her.
"Right!" exclaimed Erin, putting down the child in the sundress "for that you can still in this form a little longer. The sooner you learn to respect us and realise that we can do whatever we want, the sooner you may get your Y chromosome back. Now since you'll be a little girl for a while, we should set you up a date" Erin reached into her bag and picked out her phone.
"With a boy?" gulped Mike/Michelle.
"Oh no" giggled Erin, she was having as much trouble as I was keeping a straight face as cute little Mike talked with now distinctively girly voice. "You need a playdate with another little girl, and I know just who it should be with."