Adam
"Gracie, go pick out a nice outfit to wear to Grams' party. I'm going over to the women's section."
"Okay, mom!" She had no idea where I was really going. As soon as she walked away, I made my way over to the boys' department.
After paying for my new clothes, I ran over to the fitting room and quickly occupied a stall. As soon as the door was locked, I tore off my hideous denim skirt and green cami tank top that my mom said I looked "absolutely gorgeous" in and threw them to the floor (She would be mad about that later- what a waste of 40 bucks). I then reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, quickly pulling them on, but making sure they hung a little bit.
Then I pulled out my ACE bandage and wrapped it around my chest tightly, swearing under my breath about how absolutely disgusting it was that I had the stupid body of a girl. I fastened it and threw a navy blue T-shirt on over it, and put a black sweatshirt over that. Last but not least, I grabbed my new black and red Nike sneakers and slipped them on my feet, leaving the laces untied.
Okay, now for the hair, I thought, pulling out a pair of scissors that I hid in my purse (God, I hate saying that. Luckily I won't have to for long). I stood in front of the mirror and raised the scissors to my hair. My WAY too long hair.
*Snip*
The first lock of hair fell to the floor. Then the next. And the next. Eventually my hair was just down to the bottoms of my ears and I could probably trick people into thinking I was really physically a guy. I walked out of the fitting room, feeling good about my appearance for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Gracie!" I heard my mom call from a couple clothing racks over. I walked to her.
"Yea, mom?"
"Oh, Gracie, there you a- what in the world? What did you do and why are you dressed like a boy?" She stretched the word out and emphasized it, making it sound like boys were disgusting monsters. "I want an explanation right now, Grace!"
"It's Adam, mom. My name is Adam."