The Replacement Chapter Four
I followed "Mum" still hyper-aware of the video I'd recorded, and easily I'd been accepted as just another girl. Was I really going to have to endure an entire birthday party as a girl? What would that entail? I absent-mindedly started peeling my nail polish as I entered the kitchen. I wasn't sure I liked what I smelled."Stop picking those nails or I'll have to repaint them for you." my new mother snapped at me. She pressed the *1* button on the control, enough for a short...