Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
I’m thrashing between four different stories right now, but this is the only one I haven’t posted a Sunday Six from yet. This is for the ‘genderswap’ space on my Trope Bingo board; Phineas has transformed himself into a girl to infiltrate a Fireside Girls meeting. (Ferb thinks this is a colossally bad idea.)
“Okay, Ferb, how do I look?” Phineas asked. She’d dressed up in a light blue blouse and dark blue capri pants. Ferb looked her over, sighed, and gave a thumbs up. “Okay, great. Wish me luck.” Ferb shook his head emphatically.
“Hey, you guys, what are you doing?” Candace said, coming out into the back yard. She was enjoying a rare day off from her job at the Googolplex Mall. “Because if it’s bustable, I’m going to tell Mom.” She looked at Phineas for a moment, puzzled, before her eyes suddenly got wide. “You turned yourself into a girl, Phineas? You are so busted!”
“And busty,” Ferb noted wryly.
“That too,” Candace said, stopping herself from running into the house. “Hey, how did you manage that? Because, I’m 17 and you’ve got me beat there. Did you tweak it to add cup sizes? Because if you did…”
Ferb shook his head, and Phineas said, “No, nothing like that. Maybe I got it from Dad’s side of the family.”