"I see you've given it some thought. How does it feel to be a girl now?"
"I don't know, Mom. I'm not a girl. I don't even look much like a real girl."
"Can't you even try to pretend that you are a real girl, Kim?"
I'm trying, Mom, but it's not easy to pretend you're the something you aren't. So what do you want me to do today?"
"I guess you can just practice walking in the high heels and see if you can manage that better than you did yesterday. I just about have all the laundry done. Soup and sandwiches ok for lunch?"
...We relaxed with our tea and didn't say much to each other. Mom just stared at me with a silly little grin on her face. I knew what she was thinking. It wasn't hard to guess. She was wondering what I would look like as more of a girl. To a certain extent I was wondering the same thing.