"You're..." -A smooth voice, dead and still startles you as you're changing- "male."

Dark eyes, swimming with mirth and disdain, eye you up and down. He lingers on your chest- or lack there of. The apathetic look in his eye is nothing odd, but it is when it's directed at you. It's a harsh contrast, the way he looked at you before and now. Before, when he looked at you, he saw a beautiful girl, one fun to play around and flirt with.

It's no wonder you always rejected his advances.