QUICK UPDATE! I have to play tennis today (for 4 hours) so I was kind of busy! And it's extremely hot, and I can't stand it, so sadly, all you get is a short chapter! :)

Oh, and to be even sadder, I'm going swimming tomorrow (for 2 ½ hours) too so busy busy me! I'm sorry for the short updates, but I'm definitely going to add another chapter.

And for all you "Love Within Texts" and "Jealous In a Week" fans, I'm making a sequel to LWT and adding another chapter to JIAW! But please, I still need to know what kind of sequel I'm writing for LWT, so please review that story or review this one! Should I write a sequel w/o texts? Or another one w/texts but w/different characters? I need some feedback! :))

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"I look pretty good! Maybe being a guy won't be so bad." I said excitedly. I was proud of my first guy-shopping opportunity.

We were in the Ralph Lauren section for guys, and I was trying on some dude-ish clothes. On my slimming body, was a loose navy blue polo, and some skinny boy jeans.

My mom was outside the dressing room, waiting for me to finish trying out new clothes. I couldn't walk into the store looking like a girl, trying out boys clothes, so before we came to the mall, we found an old blonde wig that was suitable for a teenage guy. I had slouched my shoulders, worn no makeup, and tried not to look as preppy as usual. We arrived at the mall, with me wearing a heavy black, plain sweatshirt and my dad's old blue pants. None of them were designer.

Quickly taking off my new-bought clothes, I was beginning to think this plan might work. I folded up my jeans and polo's' and walked out of the stall wearing the temporary old garments I came in.

I walked out of the dressing room, nodded to the dressing room attendant that I was keeping the 5 new outfits, and looked in the direction of my mom.

She was looking through the underwear section (eewww) for me or her? I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to give away my identity, so I stayed clear of her. Being a dude, and walking up to your mom when she was looking for bras and underwear for you, would be so not cool, and a dead giveaway that "Kristopher" was not a boy at all.

I spotted some cute denim shorts in the women's section, but then I remembered I was supposed to be shopping for a guy. My bad. I walked back over to the guys' section to see if there was anything else I liked. I saw a messenger bag that interested me. It would be good for school too. It was a brown over the shoulder bag, with a patterned strip down each side. It had the RL logo on the front, and it was a 

good height for "Kristopher" too. Sneakily, I pulled the tag, and sneaked a peek at the price. It was on SALE! For 34.90, her mom would definitely approve that. I grabbed it and stacked it on the other stack of clothes I had near the cash register.

Finally, my mom finished up looking at her "under-garments" and met me at the cash register. A cute-looking teenage girl was behind the counter. She had on a black vest on top of a cowboy-ish red shirt. On bottom, she had dark wash jeans on, with sharp-toed boots. To top it off, she wore chunky jewelry and a name tag that said, "Angel".

Angel gave me a flirty smile, and I couldn't resist to turn around and pretend to gag. She gave us a friendly "hello" and started to ring up my stuff. Fortunately, my mom didn't buy any embarrassing underwear. After a slow ring-up, she handed my mom's credit back to her, and she bagged up my clothes in a RL theme plastic bag. I didn't bother checking the total price, because if my mom didn't make a fuss, I wouldn't either.

We walked out the store and outside of the mall. The deal was we shop for a few things now, but shop more later. My mom didn't want kids to make fun of my clothes, so she would see if they bought I was a guy first at school, then one week into Kahla, she would send me some more clothes. It was a huge risk, but I sort of had to take it. It was the only way I got her to get me some stuff from Ralph Lauren.

We climbed into our old family Honda car, and starting driving back home. I still had plenty of packing to do, and there were only 3 days left 'till I climbed the stairs to an elite plane, and hopped off 5 hours later onto solid Hawaii ground. On the 10 minute ride home, I thought about how great my 3 years at Kahla would be. But, I wasn't sure if disguising myself as a boy was the best way to spend it.

(end of chapter)

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