You had always been the embodiment of a girly aesthetic. Skirts that swayed with your every step, vibrant shades of lipstick that changed with your mood, and a new hairstyle every single day. It was like you were walking art, constantly reinventing yourself. Your routine was predictable but never boring—waking up early to carefully choose your outfit, apply your makeup, and style your hair until it was just right. And pants? Absolutely not. They felt constricting, and besides, the weather was always too hot for them.

On this particular day, your friends—Evelin, Zachary, Hunter, Michael, Jayla, and Precious—stood waiting for you by the school’s entrance like they always did. They joked and talked, anticipating your arrival with the same feminine flair you always brought with you. But as they glanced down the walkway, their chatter slowed, eyes widening as you approached.

You weren’t in a skirt today.

In fact, you weren’t even in anything close to your usual style. You were dressed head to toe in oversized men’s clothing. A loose black shirt hung off your shoulders, and your baggy shorts looked like they belonged to someone else entirely. Your hair, normally pinned up in elegant styles or adorned with accessories, was left free to tumble down your back in its natural state. Your makeup, typically bold and eye-catching, was barely there—just a hint of something subtle. And for the first time in ages, you wore your glasses, the thin frames accentuating your sharp features in a way that was strangely alluring.

The transformation was so striking that your friends were speechless. They stared, mouths agape, as you walked up to them with a calm confidence that only heightened the effect. It was as if you were an entirely different person.

The shift in your appearance was so drastic that not only your friends but even the teachers did a double-take. Whispers spread quickly through the halls. Some students and staff thought you were a new student altogether.