“I just wanted to floor to open up when she blurted ‘she’s not even female,”
I said before taking another drag.
“Still…
it could have been worse.”
“Could it?” Mum asked.
“Well…
at least she didn’t say ‘that’s not a woman’ the moment she clapped eyes on me.” I replied.
“Or does that make it worse?” I wondered as I looked down at myself;
black patent court shoes,
bare hairless legs,
and a figure-hugging black skirt that lands just above the knee.
“You can change if you want,” Mum said.
“Yeah… in a bit,” I said.