I perched on a vacant bench, opened my handbag, checked my make-up in my vanity mirror, and reapplied my lipstick. If I want to be mistaken for a girl I’d better act like one, I figured as I made sure every strand of my fringe was straight. This was easier said than done with the chilly autumn breeze dancing around me as it made its way along the platform. I put my vanity mirror away and made sure my skirt was straight. I used to wonder how girls coped with only a little skirt between them and the wind. I imagined the chill would bite into their exposed flesh, but it’s not so bad in reality. Although keeping my knees and ankles together makes all the difference.