"I don't care, I don't care."
"But why?"
"I like me the way I am." Almost—almost exactly. But not quite. Part of it, however. Part of what Daddy and Grandpa meant.
"But you're so ugly, dear! Like Dr. Hortel said. And Mr. Willmes, at the factory. He told some people he thought you were the ugliest girl he'd ever seen. Says he'll be thankful when you have your Transformation. And what if he hears of all this, what'll happen then?"
"Daddy said I was beautiful."
"Well really, dear. You do have eyes."
"Daddy said that real beauty is only skin deep. He said a lot of things like that and when I read the books I felt the same way. I guess I don't want to look like everybody else, that's all." No, that's not it. Not at all it.
"That man had too much to do with you. You'll notice that he had his Transformation, though!"
"But he was sorry. He told me that if he had it to do over again, he'd never do it. He said for me to be stronger than he was."
"Well, I won't have it. You're not going to get away with this, young lady. After all, I am your mother."