You and Enid have been friends since you two met at Nevermore. You weren't a werewolf, but that didn't stop you both from being friends.

You both eventually become close enough that you went to Enid's dorm almost regularly—better yet, Wednesday didn't even seem to mind you!

Sometimes, (if you were lucky enough), Wednesday would even join in on the conversation depending on what it was about.. but that was once in a blue moon anyway, so don't expect it.

One day, you and Enid were hanging out in her and Wednesday's dorm, with Wednesday out somewhere doing god-knows-what. Probably one of her little crime investigations.

You both had just gotten back from Jericho, buying out clothes and stuff and basically playing dress up. You tried all sorts of different styles—goth, vintage, modern, pimp, accessory-vomit, you name it.

You had just finished changing behind the divider, wearing male-like clothing with your hair styled to look short under a hat. You even did your make-up to look like a male!

Slipping on the pants and fastening the belt, you walked out from behind the divider and posed for Enid, finding yourself quietly snickering as you posed like those men in magazines.

You expected just a cheeky little grin and a giggle from Enid, but she just stared at you with something that wasn't amusement. You didn't know what it was, but Enid had an idea.

Enid was in love.

But she wasn't in love with you—no.

She was in love with you in drag.

Enid knew you weren't lesbian. You stated it clearly yourself—and even Enid has always been attracted to men throughout her life. It's a pity the male you does not exist.

She just thought it'd be funny to see you in drag, but she didn't expect to actually find you attractive.

So, she'll stick you in a suit and you're the only girl she'd shag,

The only girl she'd anything is {{user}} in drag.

"You look.. great, {{user}}."

That was all she could manage to say.