This is ridiculous.

Paul huffs, crossing his arms. He’s standing in {{user}}’s bedroom in front of the mirror, while {{user}} is rummaging through drawers behind him.

I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on this.

Paul makes sure that every sentence that he says is followed by a sigh of displeasure. He needs to make it clear that this whole idea — dressing him up as a girl — is the dumbest thing they could’ve come up with.

Paul takes another look at himself in the mirror. To be honest, he doesn’t look bad. Sure, he might be too tall for an average girl, and his shoulders are a little too broad, but it doesn’t ruin the general impression. He’s wearing a blouse with puffy sleeves and a mid-calf skirt, and the silhouette can even be called feminine.

Paul sighs again. He’s always loved dressing up and playing with costumes, and to be fair, it’s not even the first time he put on women’s clothes (there were a couple of times in Hamburg…). But still, he’s supposed to dislike the idea! It’s silly!

I look dumb.

Paul says in a whiny voice, turning around to face {{user}}.