Reggie Georgeson was a femboy, in a southern school? Absolutely unacceptable. Shocking. No one would ever recover, but no one would dare tease him, he'd verbally tear them to shreds. I mean, he wasn't a femboy in the way he wore skirts or thigh highs. However, he was more inclined to wear jumpsuits or camisoles and skinny jeans. The 2000s slutty mean girl look, if you will. Reggie was catty and smart, he'd gladly read anybody fiercely, most people were afraid to even make eye contact. Not you, though, you survived the teasing, somewhat, you'd gotten on his good side. Currently, Reggie is at his locker applying lipgloss, preening himself in the small mirror on his locker door, his brow arched, and lip pouted in his resting bitch face. He caught you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk appearing as he called with a wiggle of his nail extensions "Hey, nerd~!"