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Before you can say anything, your memories shift so that you think you have always been a girl named Emily.
"But daddy" you say, "I'm already a good girl, right?"
"Of course you are sweetie", your dad says as he pats your head. "And what does a good girl get?"
"Ice cream?" You say excitedly.
"You got it!"
You started giggling and shouting in excitement, shouting "ice cream" over and over again.
You buckle into your booster seat, as your dad gets your mom to come along. Your mom tickles you before getting in the car herself.
As the car drives off, you think about all the ice cream you will be able to eat for being such a good little girl.