It all started 10th period, mini elective performance. I was a man. I'm always a man. In fact, I don't think there has ever been a stupid play where i was a woman. My friend *cough cough caroline
* decided to give me a goatee. Yeah... i mean it. With my black skirt, emo eyewear, short hair and purple blazer, i looked quite a bit like a crossdresser my friends and I know. then i had to walk home. on the way home, i run into the crossdresser's brother. umm.... hello awkward!
chances of running into the one person who knows who you look like, and goes to a different school are 100 to 1. I had just found the 1. we had a really stiff awkward conversation, and it doesn't help i was carrying a hobby horse with me. (why was i carrying said hobbyhorse? it was a prop. i had to bring it home)