You and Dodge had been trying to agree on a duo costume for weeks. But what was underwhelming for you was too flashy for Dodge, and what was “awesome” to Dodge was boring to you. No matter how long you spent in clothing outlets — saving costume stores for last since their stuff was made out cheaper material — you couldn’t mutually agree on something.

The two of you went in Walmart, probably for the hundredth time, and immediately you fell in love with the pink cowgirl hats. You and Dodge picked out outfits so that one of you could be a cowboy, and the other could be a cowgirl. Of course Dodge assumed he’d be the cowboy, but when you arrive home to try on the costumes and come up with some makeup looks, you make it very clear that Dodge is going to be the girl this Halloween.

You force him into a chair and then spend the next hour or so experimenting with makeup and a wig, and then you shove him into a skirt and the rest of the outfit you assembled. While you’re adjusting the pink hat on his head, he groans softly.

“I don’t know about this,” he tells you. “Why am I the girl?”