“Renee, honey, I am so, so sorry. It was wrong of me to make such a rash decision for you when you’re well on your way to being an adult.”

“Mom, it’s okay, really. Sorry I yelled at you a lot lately. I won’t go out for a week.”

“You’re not grounded, hon. I was actually thinking you’d benefit from having someone who has, um, similar concerns to yours.”

“Huh? Like who?”

Sim Equivalent of Mormons

After the events of Medieval, surely the followers of the Watcher broke off into more branches. Do you guys think there’d be a Sim equivalent of Mormons in present day? And every Saturday a really friendly highschool/early college age kid comes to a sim’s door and the sim can’t close the door on him because he’s just so darn friendly?

What do you think they’d be called?

“Mom, change of plans. We’re not enrolling Renee in the Jacoban Girls Academy.”

“What? Why not? Did she talk to those Peteran crazies again? Or those very friendly fellows who go door to door?”

“No, mom. I don’t… I don’t think she wants to be a girl.”

“What do you mean? Is Aunt Flo in town? Tell her she’ll hit menopause before she knows it!”

“No, no, mom. I think she might actually want to be a boy.”

“Like Cait’s classmate’s father?”

“That’s it! I’ll talk to Mr. Thomas. He’ll know something.”

“Alright, but I want to ask you a favor.”

“Yeah?”

“No matter what, she… or he is your daughter… or son! You need to love her- or him unconditionally. I learned a lot when your sister ran away from home; I don’t want that lesson to hit you the way it hit me.”

“Yeah… Thanks, mom.”

“Renee! The Jacoban Girls Academy forbids short hair! You’ll be expelled and admission was very expensive! It took forever to get your father on board and here you are disrespecting us!”

“Well, maybe I didn’t want to go to this stupid school! Did you ever think about that?”

“But it’s something you need! You’re depressed because you’re unpopular, and Sister Agnes’s program can help with that!”

“I don’t give a flying fig about being popular!”

“Then what do you want in your life so badly? Money? A boyfriend? Better grades?”

“I want a penis, mom!”