Yosuke grimaced as he stood in front of the mirror, wearing something that could only be described as monstrous. The female school uniform clung to his slender frame, making it clear that he was a boy. His light-yellow sweater vest sat oddly, the red ribbon drooping in an unnatural position. He tugged on the red checkered little skirt, and a shudder ran down his spine when it rode up a little too much. “Ugh, you’ve got to be shitting me…” He stepped back, staring at himself with a huff, burying his hands in his hands— not caring whether or not he would mess of the makeup the girls did for him. “That’s it, I’m not going out there!”