You say, "Kyle, you are a girl now."
"Oh my goodness," Kyle says, "I have girl hands. Give
me a mirror and let me see the rest of this." You pass him a
mirror and he uses it to give himself the once-over look.
You sit Kyle down at your kitchen table and you sit down next to him.
You say, "Kyle, we can't live like this. What are we going to do
now? What has happened to us?"
Kyle stops to think for a minute. He says, "There is only one
thing that I can think of. Yesterday, I saw this strange, large
woman. She asked me for money, and I said no. Then she mumbled
something in a foreign language. I didn't understand what she had to
say, but it didn't sound nice."
You go, "Ohhh... I've heard about that kind of thing. I know
what she said to you. She said that...
You are a straightforward person, and you tell it directly like it is.
You say, "Kyle, you are a girl now." Kyle continues to
look confused. He looks down at his hands and sees french manicured
fingers with the pink on the bottom and the neat white lines on top.
