"Now?" Mikey insisted.
"Okay, okay..." Roger said, getting up. He took off the sports cap and shook out his long brown shoulder length hair. Mikey gaped. Not him too. "I was freezing earlier, but now I'm boiling," he remarked, starting to pull down the sweatpants.
"No!" Mikey yelled, afraid of what was under them, but it was too late.
Roger pulled out the sweat pants, revealing a pair of smooth, shapely legs. He then pulled up the heavy sweatshirt, revealing an equally smooth and thin torso with...breasts? He struggled to get the now oversized garment over his head. But when he was done, in place of Mikey's father was a young teenage girl wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. "I said I was going," Roger said in a now clearly female voice. "Just because I'm the oldest girl...I always have to deal with Linda's problems..." She said.
