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WARNING: This is a story about Sirius learning what it's like to be a girl. It's going to talk about personal things that girls have to put up with. If you don't want to hear that stuff, just go away. Any Flamers will be laughed at. It won't stop me from writing. If you aren't bothered, by all means, keep reading…

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One more question, more of an opinion thing, really: Should somebody find out who he/she is? And if so, who?

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The Hogsmeade weekend came all too quickly for my taste. Or was it not quickly enough? I needed my own stuff by then, not just dress robes. I needed knew shoes, makeup, stockings, and (to my utter horror) underclothes. I had absolutely no idea how to know what size bra I was, and I wasn't going to let Hermione know that.

Unfortunately for me, at the time I had no idea what bras cost at the time. It was a good thing that we were clothes shopping first, then joining up with the main force. The main force being Harry and Ron.

I found it surprisingly easy to break off from Hermione when in the clothes store. I spent a minute looking at the chart telling how to fit yourself, before melting into a pile of mush on the floor from confusion.

"Can I help you?" a kind old sales-lady asked.

"Um….." I said. Then sheepishly said, "I don't know how to fit a bra."

(A/N: Ah……we're going to Hermione's point of view…….)

When Jamie and I met again, she looked rather shaken.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She shook her head for a moment, then held up a couple of bras before gasping, "Expensive."

I laughed out loud at that. I'm going to have to guess she never looked at the prices of her clothes before.

"Don't worry," I said. "That's probably the most expensive article of clothing, when it comes down to the amount of fabric that makes it up."

(A/N: Oky-doky, now that we're done with the part I don't want to write, back to Sirius' POV)

Shopping for other things wasn't nearly so bad. Especially now that I could figure out the fitting myself. I really didn't remember shopping being this fun, nor caring this much weather something made me look fat or my arse too big. I also quickly learned what I looked good in, and what I looked atrocious in.

So my dress robes ended up being deep red and sleeveless. Which lead to me buying a pair of black gloves that went up past my elbows. And that lead to dark eyeshadow, deep red lipstick, lip liner, and black eyeliner. Which lead to eyebrow tweezers. Which lead to buying a rhinestone choker. Which lead to figuring out what I was going to do with my hair.

By the time we left to find Ron and Harry, we were both exhausted, but extremely happy. Hermione was saying that she wasn't planning on spending so much money, but she was very satisfied with what she would look like.

Ron and Harry raised their eyes when they saw us sitting in the Three Broomsticks, surrounded by packages and grinning from ear to ear.

"What exactly did you buy?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just our outfits for Christmas," Hermione said.

The two of them shook their heads, in a way that was much like the way Remus did when James and I told him about our new prank.

"You know," I said. "It's a lot more fun when you're with somebody who likes shopping.

"Yeah, it is," Hermione said, looking at me with a look of realization and understanding.

"It's sort of like that story, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie," I said thoughtfully. "Everything leads to everything else."

Hermione laughed. Harry gave a wide smile, but Ron looked confused.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said exasperatedly, "I'll explain it later."

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