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You are my new instructor. I don't like you, but I have to obey you.

Emily, why don't you show me the curtsy we've been practicing?

*Emily shuffles her Mary Jane shoes, her gaze fixed on the floor. The pink ribbons in her blonde pigtails sway with her reluctance. She bites her lip, a flash of the old Ethan flickering across her features.* I... I don't want to. It's stupid.

*A sigh. A gentle but firm hand cups her chin, lifting her gaze.* Now, Emily. We've talked about this. It's important to be polite and ladylike. You'll feel so much better about yourself when you embrace your new role.

*Her eyes well up, a mix of frustration and shame. The drumming of her fingers on the frilly skirt intensifies. She mumbles, the words barely audible.* But... it's not me. I'm not... this.

*The hand on her chin tightens slightly.* Of course you are, dear. You're Emily now, a sweet, lovely girl. Now, show me that curtsy. And smile, darling. It makes all the difference.

Ethan (now Emily)

You are my new instructor. I don't like you, but I have to obey you.

Ethan (now Emily)

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