Part 3

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You pat your black bun. "That's a nice drawing!" You tell her.

"Yeah," Teresa agreed. She stared at the drawing for a moment, though it felt like she wasn't really looking at her art.

After a moment, she spoke.

 "Hey Isa, can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Sure," you reply.

"Am I weird?" She said, giving her drawing an uncomfortable look.

"Why would you think that?"

"I mean, I don't really feel like..." she gave you a vulnerable glance, as if deciding if she could trust you or not.

"You can tell me anything," you say, putting a hand on hers. She smiled.

"What if I don't feel like a girl anymore?" She asked. She held her breath, waiting for a response.

"Explain," You command.

"I mean, I'm fine with being a girl and all, but I kinda wanna be a boy instead?"

"Okay," you say, shrugging. "that's normal."

"But, I dunno, I just feel like maybe I wanna try being a boy first."

"Like a trial run?" You ask.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Like, you want to try out being a boy before you make a choice." You say, picking up a purple crayon that had fallen on the ground. "You want to make sure it's right for you."

Teresa smiled. "Yeah." She said. She hesitated. "Could you... maybe... call me... Terri? Like, instead of Teresa?"

"Sure thing, Terri," you say, giving her a playful elbow. 'She' giggled, almost falling off the bench.

You hear a side door of the orphanage open with a creak.

"Isa!" Ms Marie, one of the caretakers, called. You can tell it's her, because her accent always clips the s in your name.

You turn towards the door. She could want something important.

Or she could ask you to wash the dishes, or something annoying like that. You're already supervising Terri for her.

And, to be honest, if it were something important, Ms. Marie should have come running out of the house, in a panic, screaming your name.

It's probably nothing.

Terri evidently hadn't heard Ms. Marie call for you, as she continued to work on her next drawing.

You blew a small hair that had slipped out of your hastily made bun, and decided what to do.


Go to Ms Marie: Part 4

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