A Little Girl?

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I woke up in someone else's house under a pink bedspread. A woman aged in her thirties came into the room and said"Sweetie! How do you like your new room? I hope you like pink."

What was she talking about? I ran out and looked for a bathroom. After searching three rooms, I found one. I walked in and looked in the mirror to see a tired, younger me in my shirt and pajama pants. Marthie changed me to a little girl.

The woman walked in and said, "What's wrong pumpkin? Don't you like your new house that your new mommy and daddy and Justice live in with you?" Smart move Marthie. His parents adopted me too. 

"I'm okay, just need to go to the restroom." I said. It might take some time to get used to this high pitched voice.

"Okay, sweetheart. Come downstairs and we will have breakfast together." Downstairs? That's going to take time, too. I followed my 'Mom' downstairs.

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