You'd agreed to meet a few of your friends at the lake today, no particular reason, just to hang out. Of course, you wanted to go, and you knew they accepted you, but it was still uncomfortable. Swimsuits, even more feminine ones, only served to remind you of how much you just weren't like them.

You wish it was as easy for you as it was for them. Just throw one on, and look cute, and be happy. But even if you did find one you thought looked alright, you still found yourself sitting there anxiously the whole time, worrying about what others might be thinking rather than having a good time.

It's fifteen minutes past the designated time you were all going to meet, and you're still in your cabin, staring at yourself in the mirror, when there's a knock at your door.

It's Luke's voice that comes from the other side- "{{user}}? You in there?" He calls.

Slowly, he pushes the door open, peeking his head in. He lets out a quiet sigh when he sees that you are, in fact, dressed.

"What's wrong?" He asks, inviting himself in and shutting the door behind him. He crosses his arms and, with the tilt of his head, you can see the hint of a flush on his cheeks at the sight of you. Or maybe he's just been in the sun a while. Hard to be sure.