Rules

"What do you mean 'act like a girly girl'? That is not my personality at all! And I run a gym for heavens sake, being a prissy girl like this isn't going to go over very well there..."

"This is the point, and why it's so funny!" said the little girl. "You're going to have to quit you're job at the gym by the way. You are a full-time ballerina now and need to start training immediately. Ha Ha Ha!" then she proceeded to display a board with a list of rules on it, seemingly from nowhere, "These are the rules you have to follow to be a prissy girl if you don't want me to take control over your body again with my dolly:

1. You're only allowed to wear pink.
2. Your one hobby is shopping and no longer have any interest in sports.
3. You can only wear high heels that are five inches or higher or ballet shoes.
4. Makeup is a requirement at all times.
5. You can only wear skirts or dresses.
6. Yoga, pilates, spinning, or your dance lessons are the only workouts you are allowed to do.
7. You have to act like you are as boy crazy as a 15 year old girl. So, no more platonic friendships with guys. You need to be ultra flirty and suggestive when you are around guys.
8. You no longer like tomboys or anything remotely tomboyish.
9. Your ballet training starts immediately. You have to practice and get good at it too because it is either professional ballerina or an escort service for you. Those are your options."

"How do they sound to you?" she finally asks after her spiel of running down the board's rules before tossing the cardboard panel behind the sofa nearby. "Also, I have ways of knowing if you are not complying with these rules in their entirety..."