I've taken to dressing like a dude of late.
A vintage Skid Row wife-beater, a cut off lumberjack shirt, studded boots and black jeans. If a dude wore my clothes, I think I'd quite fancy him. But I don't fancy myself because, er…where was I going with this?
I've had to change my make-up a tad to make it more girly to accommodate the boy clothes. I'm even starting to feel and walk like a man, so next week I'll be wearing uber feminine wiggle dresses and pin curls.
Must be a girl. Must be a girl. Must be a girl. Must be a girl.
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