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When my mother told me that my grandmother would be giving ME all of her inheritance money I was ecstatic. My grandmother was somewhere short of a billionaire so getting all of her money when she passed will make life a piece of cake. Not only will I be getting her money but it will happen soon as well, she has recently been diagnosed with dementia so she is likely to pass within the next 6 months. This was a dream come true.

“However” my mother says, “ she has already signed the paperwork saying you will be receiving the money. So everything is final.”

“So what? That’s probably a good thing.” I say joy filling my voice.

“Well there’s one problem, your grandmother thinks you are Emily not Emmett.” She says hesitantly.

“What does that mean?” I say. worry swelling within my voice.

“Well it means that either the money goes nowhere or you become Emily.” She says biting her lip.

“What-. You can’t be serious. Why can’t we just go and change the documents.” I say nervously.

“Like I said earlier, the documents have already been finalized.” She says

I leave the conversation and head to my room. I need to think about this before I give an answer. I either A, stay Emmett and let the money sit away somewhere or B, I become Emily for 6 months accept the money and revert back to Emmett . I have to think about this.

I decided to get to become Emily, I told my mother and we got straight to work. We worked on practice for the first day, lady manners, feminine walking, talking, etc. I had to learn all sorts of girly topics like what kind of heel a round toe 5 inch pump was, or who is going out with Kim kardashian, etc. I HATED it, it was so uncomfortable talking about girly things, it made me feel weird all over my body.
The next day we talked started with fashion, I had to decide which clothing item worked best with another. I had to learn different color combinations and fabric combinations. It was dreadful. I also had to start a specific workout plan to make my breasts and butt look bigger.
After a week I had to learn makeup and hair styling, this was the worst so far. Applying the makeup to my face was so degrading and embarrassing, I hate that I now know what products work best on specific lips, faces, and skin tones. At this point we used hair extensions, I had to learn different braid styles, it took for ever just to master one of the styles.
After a while we started actually dressing up in feminine clothing, I was terrified, we decided to start small. We went with skinny jeans, a floral top, a white jacket, and… HIGH HEELS. It was awful I had tripped all over the place and the restricting pants didn’t help at all. My mother had to help me walk and when we got outside she made me do a photo shoot. It was the worst thing ever, my face was so hot from all of the blushing, I had to learn different feminine poses to make me look even more like a girl. This has been the most embarrassing two weeks of my life. What’s worse is my mother has started to embrace it, saying things like how she’s always wanted a daughter and stuff like that. She even redecorated my room, I’m honestly a bit scared I chose the wrong choice.

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When my mother told me that my grandmother would be giving ME all of her inheritance money I was ecstatic. My grandmother was somewhere short of a billionaire so getting all of her money when she passed will make life a piece of cake. Not only will I be getting her money but it will happen soon as well, she has recently been diagnosed with dementia so she is likely to pass within the next 6 months. This was a dream come true.

“However” my mother says, “ she has already signed the paperwork saying you will be receiving the money. So everything is final.”

“So what? That’s probably a good thing.” I say joy filling my voice.

“Well there’s one problem, your grandmother thinks you are Emily not Emmett.” She says hesitantly.

“What does that mean?” I say. worry swelling within my voice.

“Well it means that either the money goes nowhere or you become Emily.” She says biting her lip.

“What-. You can’t be serious. Why can’t we just go and change the documents.” I say nervously.

“Like I said earlier, the documents have already been finalized.” She says

I leave the conversation and head to my room. I need to think about this before I give an answer. I either A, stay Emmett and let the money sit away somewhere or B, I become Emily for 6 months accept the money and revert back to Emmett . I have to think about this.

I decided to get to become Emily, I told my mother and we got straight to work. We worked on practice for the first day, lady manners, feminine walking, talking, etc. I had to learn all sorts of girly topics like what kind of heel a round toe 5 inch pump was, or who is going out with Kim kardashian, etc. I HATED it, it was so uncomfortable talking about girly things, it made me feel weird all over my body.
The next day we talked started with fashion, I had to decide which clothing item worked best with another. I had to learn different color combinations and fabric combinations. It was dreadful. I also had to start a specific workout plan to make my breasts and butt look bigger.
After a week I had to learn makeup and hair styling, this was the worst so far. Applying the makeup to my face was so degrading and embarrassing, I hate that I now know what products work best on specific lips, faces, and skin tones. At this point we used hair extensions, I had to learn different braid styles, it took for ever just to master one of the styles.
After a while we started actually dressing up in feminine clothing, I was terrified, we decided to start small. We went with skinny jeans, a floral top, a white jacket, and… HIGH HEELS. It was awful I had tripped all over the place and the restricting pants didn’t help at all. My mother had to help me walk and when we got outside she made me do a photo shoot. It was the worst thing ever, my face was so hot from all of the blushing, I had to learn different feminine poses to make me look even more like a girl. This has been the most embarrassing two weeks of my life. What’s worse is my mother has started to embrace it, saying things like how she’s always wanted a daughter and stuff like that. She even redecorated my room, I’m honestly a bit scared I chose the wrong choice.