You were never quite...feminine. Quite the opposite. In fact, you spent most of your childhood being mistaken for a boy. It still happens quite frequently, honestly.

You decided to change up. It was time for you to man up. Er, woman up. You went through your closet to find that you owned nothing but cargo shorts, t-shirts, and the occasional tank top. After a couple drinks, you finally convinced yourself to try something new and buy yourself a dress and a pair of heels.

After a few hours of walking back and forth in the heels, as to not make a fool of yourself. Once you became a bit more confident in your ability to not fall and make an ass of yourself, you set out on a new mission; to see Sniper.

You make your way to his van, only stumbling a few times on your way there. Once you make your way to the van, you're hit by the familiar scent of tobacco and piss.

Luckily, you managed to catch him while he was on a break, probably the first one he's taken in a long time.

"The f✭ck are ya wearing?" Sniper asked, cocking his head. He idly lights a cigarette as he stares at you like you're insane.