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Rosalie's POV

The second morning at camp we had a girls group. I can't believe they were forcing us all to endure this. We listened to the feminist drone on and on about self respect.

'Now girls anything you do can influence the way that boys think of you, as they only have a one track mind. How you present yourself determines the amount of respect they have for you,' she paused to glare at me as she said that, I resisted the urge to poke my tongue out at her, but then again she was probably just jealous. 'For centuries men have only wanted one thing from women-'

A high-pitched, booming voice called, 'Amen to that sister!'

Although I already knew who it was my head swiveled around in that direction anyways. There stood the man I loved, dressed as girl, complete with lipstick and a blond wig. I glared accusingly at Alice, and she looked back at me with fake innocence.

The feminist looked toward Emmett, '...and what is your name?'

He flashed a flirtatious smile, 'Barbie.'

The feminist looked flushed for a moment, then she glared, 'How many of you girls played with a Barbie doll when you were younger?' Quite a few girls raised their hands. 'That girls is just another thing men use to degrade women, they teach girls from as young as 5 years old that they should by skinny, with big busts, and long slim legs.' she glared at me again, and I rolled my eyes.

'Yeah but she has cute clothes and an awesome song! I'M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD, LIFE IN PLASTIC, IT'S FANTASTIC, YOU CAN BRUSH MY HAIR, UND-'

Emmett was cut off by the feminist, 'That is enough, surely you can see the degrading message held in these lyrics.'

She looked as if she were about to go on but just then the school therapist came in.

'Emmett, I think you need to come with me.' She announced, a little flustered.

'OK Doc, but the names not Emmett, I'm getting in touch with my feminine side, it's now Barbie...you know like the song, I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world!'

Emmett began to dance, he did a cartwheel and his wig went flying off.

'Ohhh no, I'm loosing my hair, my beautiful, beautiful hair!' Emmett cried.

'Y-you're a m-man?!' The feminist spluttered.

In an unusually deep voice Emmett replied, 'You got it right baby!' The feminist flushed a deep shade of red, and Emmett winked at me, 'Meet me after girls group baby.' and dashed out the door.