"I wish that Jon can never be permanently transformed into CJ." Her mom said, and Cee-Jay sighed with relief. That should work. "Of course, you do remember that you will only become Jon if both Karyn and I agree.
"Yes, mother, I remember."
"Good. Now, since I did a favor for you, maybe you could do something for me."
Cee-Jay wrinkled her nose, "Like what?"
"Well, like maybe taking up ballet."
"Ballet?" Cee-Jay said in a squeaky voice. This is exactly what she feared. Now, Cee-Jay knew her mom was right, she did have to do something for her; on the other hand, ballet was not very appealing to Cee-Jay. "Why ballet?"
"What little girl doesn't want to be a ballerina?" Cee-Jay knew that wasn't true; Karyn never wanted to be in ballet. This was another one of her mom's 'perfect girl' fantasies. But what if . . .
"How about softball instead? Or soccer?"
"Softball is too much like baseball, which terribly bores little girls. Soccer is too rough for a girl like CJ."
Cee-Jay slouched in defeat. "All right. I'll take ballet class."
Her mother beamed, "Excellent. We'll go shopping as soon as we're done eating."
What a revolting development, Cee-Jay thought.
