"I'm a girl."The sentence was stuck in Kyle's mind like a song you really like. She sat on her bed and waited for her mom to come.

(A/N I'm going to start saying "she" and "her" for Kyle now and if you don't like it then this isn't the story for you!)

Kyle had wondered what it meant to be a girl. Like what she would have to do, or look, and dress like. Her mind wondered off to breasts. She remembered that day in 7th grade when all the girls got together and had compared each others breast to see who had the biggest. Obviously Bebe had won. Kyle had looked at her own breast. They were pretty big. She'd guess they were around 21 or 28 DD. It was probably wrong that she knew about cup sizes. Well not anymore! She was about to touch one of them when suddenly she heard the front door open and slam.

"Kyle I'm back!"Her mother exclaimed. Kyle almost fell of her bed in sheer terror.

"What was I about to do?"She thought as she got off her bed and went down stairs. She cringed when she saw her mom with about 7 bags of cloths, and anything else a girl would need.

"Okay, Kyle. I bought you everything I could. Now go get changed. I want to see how they look on you."She squealed again and pushed the bags into my arms. They were heavy as hell. Kyle didn't know how the hell her mother carried all these.

(A/N Now we are going to put this into Kyle's point of view. Not a third persons.)

Kyle POV

I looked around in the bags to see the cloths. They were really girly but I guess I had to suspect t- i-i-is that a "BRA!" I threw it to the ground my face was red as a cherry."H-Hey mom c-can you... Um... Help me put this bra on?"Damn it I can't believe I had to ask this!

"Sure, sweetie."She came in and I had all my cloths off.

"Alright how you do this is..."She had trailed off as she told me the procedures on how to put a bra on. She'd gotten me a green and orange laced bra with panties to match."Thank you."I said a bit hesitant.

"Your welcome. How about you put this on now."She gave me a skirt that was dark green and had looked like one of those Japanese school skirts. Then mom had handed me a neon orange spaghetti strap tank with a black cardigan. I looked into the mirror. I really did look like a girl and I was happy.

"Aww don't you look pretty."Ike was in the doorway of the bath room. He was leaning against the hinges.

"How long have you been there?"I asked a little mad that he was mocking me.

"Long enough to see that I've got a new sis."Ike was pretty advanced for an 11 year old and damn was he tall. I'd say he was 5 or 5.2. I think that's a lot. But sadly for me I only got shorter! I bet I'm down by 2 or even three inches now. Well it wasn't like I was tall to begin with.

"You fine with me being a girl?"I asked, kind of surprised.

"Kyle the truth is... I always knew you were a girl inside."He began to laugh.

'You brat!"So I decided to throw what ever I got my hands on and luckily it was a pair of panties.

"Both of you stop it!"My mom yelled. Damn it he dodged it!

"Kyle. When the time comes I will tell you more about girl hood. And Ike don't mess with your sister! I still have to tell your father about this."She had left leaving a me embarrassed to my wits and an Ike who's laughing him self to death on the floor.

"S-Shut up!"I grabbed my bag of cloths and dumped them on the floor of my room.
"That boy needs to shut up for once. An dhow can my mom say that?! I swear my family is nut's!"I climbed into my bed and lay there. Looking back up the ceiling."I just know tomorrow is going to be full of fucking drama. Can't wait."I said to myself while rolling my eye's.