A Teenage Girl

You look at yourself in a dusty mirror and see that you are a teenage girl.

You have small breasts, a nice ass, short hair, and a face that could start a war if it wanted.

Who you guess is the girl’s mother calls for you upstairs telling you that it’s time to go.

You look at your driver’s license and see that her name is Rose.

You aren’t powerful enough yet to have full control for long so for now you will bide your time...