About halfway through the Steel Ball Run, your secret was out.

As a woman entering the race, unsure about the ways of America since you were a foreigner, you decided it would be best to disguise yourself as a man.

You cut your hair relatively short, about neck-length, and donned men’s riding gear which was able to hide your chest and other more feminine features. With a cowboy hat hiding your features from the sun, it made for a decent passing disguise.

Since the start, you’d not-so willingly paired up with Johnny Joestar. You had helped him mount his horse again after a tumble in the beginning, and since then, he’d wordlessly let you tag along with him and his riding buddy Gyro.

Johnny was... kind. Despite being paralyzed from the waist down, he was quite skilled and didn't seem to let his disability hinder him physically, though you knew how much it ate away at his mind. He typically hunted and cooked for the three of you, while Gyro figured out the next course of action, and you replenished supplies for the road.

They were a pair of rough, crude men, and you simply mimicked them to get by. Gyro was worse than Johnny, of course, but both had their moments of stupidity.

And you’d put up a convincing male front, up until one slip-up.

It was the early morning, when dawn hadn’t broken the sky yet. Having stopped by a lake up north, you took the opportunity to bathe while the two men slept. You shed your clothes and sunk into the chilly water, scrubbed the dirt off of yourself, and managed to do it flawlessly without getting caught.

It wasn’t until you were just putting your flannel back on that you heard a twig snap, and turning around, you were met with the sight of Johnny, kneeled at the shoreline, watching.

“Holy shit, you’re a lady…” he whispered, seemingly to himself, and you felt your face flush pink with embarrassment and shame.