Michael sat on the couch in the psychiatrist's office, trying to explain to him how he felt being inside his own daughter's body.
Tony, the psychiatrist, was listening even though he was slightly distracted by Michael's open legs and short skirt.
Michael noticed Tony looking up Tony's skirt and said, as he quickly crossed his legs with an annoyed look on his face, "I just don't know how to be a teenage girl."
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