This story - like my one in Timeshares has some relationship with my past. And it features a special guest voice! If you can't hear the audio in the player below, you can get it here. The background music is from NiN's CC-licensed Ghosts album.
Uncle Al smelled of vaporub as he poked at me. "How's my little girl?"My young voice squeaked angrily at him. "I. Am. A. Boy."
Al ran his finger through his thick black hair. "Okay, little girl." He reached out, and I felt a brief tug. "Gotcher nose!"
"I'm a boy! And that's your finger, not my nose."
I smiled. "I've got one too, Uncle." I reached towards his scalp, then put my hand in my pocket. "Guess what I've got, Uncle."
He shrieked, feeling the air cold against his suddenly bald scalp.
"Oh," I said. "You figured it out."
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