The author writes:

>>I still get jealous of Men sometimes because they can go anywhere alone and Ladies can't.

Yes? I was once confronted on a dark side-street by two cholos with switchblade knives. (I had to park the car down there because it was late at night with street sweeping the next morning, so there was nothing closer to home available). I escaped unscathed only because I was able to fake them out with screams and flying karate kicks, then by running like hell down the main street towards home, screaming "fuego!!" (fire!!). I know a man who presents as much tougher than me (no gender confusion in him, oh no), who survived getting a gun shoved in his face. Do you have any more BS feminist propaganda for us?

While I'm on my soapbox, the "ladies and men" bit is another pet peeve. "Lady" used to actually mean something much more than just a synonym for "woman" -- it was a title of respect, once actually reserved for nobility (at least), if not royalty. Nowadays, it seems all one has to be is female in order to qualify for the title. Oh well, at least it still means something to be a gentleman, a sobriquet that must be earned. But you don't hear a mixed group referred to as "ladies and gentlemen" any more -- no, now it's "ladies and...men." No wonder so many of us are female wannabe's, when being male is so disreputable?

>>Still, the escorts I sometimes get really make up for the inconvenience.

That's sweet. That's only one part of why so many of us want to be women -- no one wants to escort and protect a man, and no one cares if he gets his ass shot or sliced off in a dark alley somewhere.

An interesting treatment of the alien transformation theme.  BUT
remember, a principLE is a ruLE and the princiPAL of a school is,
or ought to be, your PAL.  And that thing in the middle of your
stomach is a navEL.  Referring to a "naval ring" can only make
your readers titter at a point where they shouldn't. And Eric's
right about All That Capitalization.
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--Pervette

A decent enough tale, but some puzzling points.  Presumably the misspellings and eccentric capitalization are there to imitate a child's writing problems, but the weird capital letters continue through the end, even though your narrator's a "3.999 GPA student" and a college graduate.  Also, you refer to the narrative as a "journal", which explains the present tense and developing viewpoint, and also the fact that some years apparently went by between entries and had to be picked up in retrospect.  But that causes a problem with a few instances where the narrator is looking forward rather than back: Joni's comment about her eyes ("This worked out very well for me later in life when I taught school") is the most egregious example.  She couldn't be writing that at age 11.  (We also need to note that by the end of the narrative, we still haven't reached a point where Joni's teaching school.)