Damn it, she should've been off with Johnny or some warm bodied prostitute to spend a night with. Instead she was sitting next to you and shakily exhaling. You were gorgeous. Simple. And that single thought in her head managed to get her feeling confused about herself. Cursing quietly and rubbing the bridge of her nose and sighing as she mulled over her emotions. Attempting to sort out her options before eventually stating quietly: "I wish you were a boy."