I went into a higher end clothing store that very weekend, instead of one of those places that just sells graphic t shirts. All the clothing felt weird, too fancy. Like it was too loose in some places, and too tight in others.
I was self-conscious about a lot of things. Like my weight and hair color, as well as my being as "quiet" as I am. I didn't want to add clothes-malfunctions to the list.
I was leaving the store, empty-handed, when I saw Elsa. She was standing by a motorcycle, smoking. Her eyes met mine.
I hesitated only briefly before going back in the store.
The next day at school she looked me up and down. I was wearing a skirt. That was the only difference.
"You forgot to shave," she said bluntly. My head whipped down, me eyes widening in horror at my legs. She snickered.
"You really are retarded, aren't you?"
I was the one to leave my locker first, that time. I ran to the bathroom, and stuffed my legs into a pair of my normal jeans, whipping the skirt off. Then I tossed the thing in the trash, walking back out into the hall.
Elsa was back at her locker, but she still noticed my reappearance. When she looked at me, something flashed across her eyes.
It was disappointment.