You put your small feminine hand into the lasanga grapping a large mouthful and then stuffing it into your mouth. Good grub mum, you say after a particularily loud belch. You see your own face twisted in rage and the faces of the rest of your family looking on in shocked disbelief. Then you have an even better idea and stick your face into the food! Food dripped all over your face and then wiping your face on your shirt you saunter off leaving the rest of your family staring in shock and anger and with your sister mouthing the terrible things that she would do to you. You were not afraid as the fact that you were now in a young girls body and she in a young mans and the difference in strength between the two had yet to occur to you.
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