Hide in plain sight

I had a plan, but its crazy. Forget risky; I wish it was merely risky. I wish it was only a dumb thought so I could ignore it, but it wasn't. It was the only viable plan I could muster right now. This was it, I thought. The great undoing of The Dirty Ghost. The stories they'd tell about me in jail ran through my mind as I put my hair into a ponytail with a rubber band and started getting undressed. When I got down to my skivvies, the full futility of this plan tapped me on the shoulder and flattened me with a big cartoonish mallet. This would never work, I was too muscle-y. Not like huge and ripped or anything, but since I figured I would eventually have to run a long time or pull myself up a lot, I worked out. They would know, I was sure of it.

My left ball for any other plan!

Finding my left ball still in place, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed out. I was nervous. Even if nothing else gave me away, that probably would. I reminded myself of all the times Weasel told me how easily women will believe anything in the world if you say it with enough confidence. Somehow, though, telling them I was a teenage girl seemed beyond my current confidence level.

As you may have guessed by now, the plan was to disguise myself as a student (or a teacher, which would be more believable considering my size, but harder to back up if questioned), find out what I could about the door and try to open it, all while in plain view of the ones who could have me arrested or worse. I'm no wuss, but if it came down to it, 25 girls could probably take me.

Sound like a stupid plan to you? Me too. But at least I shaved before heading out.