You try to tell Amber's mom what's happened and that you're NOT going to ballet class. But instead, different words come spilling out of your mouth, “Yippee! I love ballet.”
“I know, honey,” says Amber's mom with a warm smile. “Now come along, Amber. Let's not be late.”
Why did you say you love ballet, you think to yourself during the car ride. It's just as the real Amber said. By tomorrow you'll be thinking and acting just like a seven-year old girl. You have to act quickly and do something if you're going to have any hope of escaping this fate. But what can you do?
You sit and stare at your feet, wearing tiny pink ballet slippers. Your legs are sheathed in opaque, pink tights, and you've got a matching pink, ruffled tutu on the rest of your body.
Against your will, you start daydreaming about being a grownup woman someday: a beautiful and famous ballerina, of course!
Finally you arrive at the dance studio. Holding your mother's hand, you enter the building and file past other young girls dressed similar to your outfit. Part of you is eager and excited to show off to your teacher how much you've been practicing, how graceful and talented you are! But part of you is disgusted by this turn of events and just wants to discover how Amber made this switch happen and how you can undo it!
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