"Sorry, mom," Mikey said as he slunk around the woman and went to find his father, who had just entered Zoe's room.
When Mikey opened the door, Robert Gibson was busy adjusting a black corset over his flat chest. Mikey inched closer, not sure of what to do. Robert just continued putting on his daughter's clothing until he'd fastened two-inch platform boots around his legs and a gust of wind appeared to blow around him as his hair suddenly grew out, his chest suddenly filled the corset, and his thighs were suddenly wider than his shoulders. He looked like a 40 year-old woman wearing a teenage girl's clothes.
And then the 40 year-old woman turned towards Mikey and looked at him with the same brown eyes Mikey had just seen in the mirror and said, "Jesus, Mikkie, why are you always in my room? You're the most annoying sister ever!"
Mikey was caught offguard. "What do you mean, sister?"
"I mean 'girl with whom I share parents.' Now get out!"
"But I'm nog a girl, I'm a boy."
"Stop messing around, Mikkie," why did this person keep calling him that? "You know that two moms can't even genetically have a son. Just get out of my room."
Then, right as Mikey managed to catch a glimpse in Zoe's mirror, right as he noticed that instead of a 10 year-old boy looking back, there appeared to be a 10 year-old girl, he was shooed out of a bedroom for the second time that morning.
