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Twelve-year-old Dorothy entered her father's machine.  She wanted to be stronger so she could take care of those annoying boys that were picking on her.  Dorothy was wearing her gray tank-top and yoga pants.  She knew they would stretch as needed as she grew stronger.   

She put on her safety goggles and then she grabbed hold of the handles and turned on the machine.  Sparks started to fly everywhere.  She could feel the strength surging in her body.  She felt great.  

But when the dust settled, the body she now had wasn't only stronger it was nothing like her old body at all.  It was much older, and it was a male body.  Looking at herself after the procedure was completed, she started to cry.  She would have to go find her daddy and ask him to turn her back into the sweet little girl she had been just three minutes before.

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