There isn't much you can do - you don't want to test your mother's threat to make it worse. You're not happy about being turned into a girl but being a tomboy is at least a comfort. Sighing in resignation, you run your hand through your hair exasperatedly, causing a couple strands of your brunette hair to come loose from your ponytail and fall to the sides of your face. You ignore that, though, and head downstairs, where you find your mother waiting for you.
"Ready so quickly, Mel?" she asks. "I knew this was a good idea. You're improving already."
"What do you mean, improving?" you ask, but your mother just chuckles and doesn't answer. You sigh. "Is there anything I can do for you to change me back?"
Your mother gives you a cold look. "I'm only going to say this once, Melissa," she says, using the full name she made for your new form. "I changed you because I'm sick of you being a brat. There's no changing back. This is you now, and just be grateful that you're a tomboy, okay?" You remain silent, and your mother smiles. "Good girl, Mel," she says, patting your shoulder.
She gives you a small breakfast, which you eat quickly and silently, then head off to school.
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