"Mom, Dad?"
This was so hard. They both stared at me, probably at how I looked sick. I felt sick. I had to clear my throat, but I got it out.
"I'm... I, I think, I'm a... a girl...."
My dad leapt to his feet. "Get out!"
"Dad!" I couldn't keep the tears from starting. "Dad... please! I can't help it...."
"Shut up!"
Mom rolled her eyes as she reached out to hug me. "I'm the only woman alive with a husband who sounds like Hannah Montana...."