Charlie stood in front of the full-length mirror, frowning at his reflection. The banana-yellow knee-length dress with the white Peter Pan collar, puffed sleeves, and belt seemed out of place to him. He tugged at the hem, trying to make it feel more comfortable.

"I look like a little girl, Margaret," Charlie complained, crossing his arms over his girly chest. "Why do I have to wear this? I'd rather just wear jeans and a T-shirt."

Margaret, busy with her own preparations, barely looked up. "Charlie, I've told you already. This is a witch doctor, and it's important that you look nice."

"But jeans and a T-shirt are fine! No one cares about what I wear to a doctor's appointment," Charlie argued, his voice rising in frustration. "This dress makes me look like I'm five years old."

"You are five. We are going to the doctor so you can be a man again."

"I know, but do I have to look so girly in the meantime?"