You need male clothes

Giving up on finding your own clothes you look back in your parents room.

Your dad is a pedantic, strict man and actually locks his own wardrobe! The only clothes you find are your mother's.

You know your friend across town, has clothes you can borrow. Its not yours but at least they're male?!

You've had enough of transforming you just want to normalise yourself. You throw your mothers sweater to the ground but confine with her yoga pants. Slipping them back on, they slide easy up your legs.

Wanting to hide your face you throw on your oversized hoodie pulling up the hood your face stinks in.

Opening the front door, the bright sunshine blocking out your eyes. Knowing you'll soon miss the bus you haphazardly reach your back in, behind the site to grab a baseball cap from the hat rack, and sunglasses from the table.

It's not until you're standing at the bus stop at it pills up, so you see yourself in the reflection.

You've got your mother's ample butt, shaped perfectly in her yoga pants. Your long curvy legs racing down to your small, dainty feet. Your oversize, baggy jumper hides the shape of your chest, but your face. You grabbed your sisters hat!