
After the fantabulous Sim Manipulator got everyone’s clock caught up as if the memory fart hadn’t happened, Caitlin grew up to be a Romance aspiring teen.
She likes partying, lewd humor, and long walks on the beach.

After the fantabulous Sim Manipulator got everyone’s clock caught up as if the memory fart hadn’t happened, Caitlin grew up to be a Romance aspiring teen.
She likes partying, lewd humor, and long walks on the beach.

“Hmmmm… I still want that puppy!”

This looks like it could be a problem >.>

“Oh my Watcher, why am I so hungry today?”
“So, Cait, what do you want for your birthday?”
“Hmmm… I want three boyfriends and a puppy!”
“That sounds a little tricky. How about something… smaller?”
“A ticket to see SuperKids 2?”
“That sounds doable.”

Ah, yes, the dance of the poseboxes. The dance of my people.

“Angie, I think we need a break from all this Renee stuff. It’s too much stress on you.”

“I really wish I could, but taking my mind off it won’t make anything better, would it?”

“Why not? We were teenagers once, too. Maybe she’ll grow out of it, like you grew out of your beef with your sister and I stopped helping the local burglars.”

“Dustin, we can’t just compare our child’s struggles to your past life of crime! I don’t think this is some kind of phase. This could be serious!”
“I’m not saying that, I’m just… I just want things to become alright.”

“I think, maybe, we ought to just take it one step at a time.”
“Yeah, one step at a time sounds good.”


“Sweetie?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I found our distraction.”

“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?”

“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.”

“Shit. I really, really fucked up. Now mom’s gonna tell that school that I’m a freak. Why do I ruin everything with my big, fat mouth?”