No one sees you, hopefully:

You stop Outside the general store, which would be fine, if you were at the outside entrance, even though more people would see you. You think it would be better, because now you were stuck, standing by the entrance, across from the local tattoo and piercing parlor “Wet Spot”.

The shop was nice, in fact you had been meaning to save up enough for a tattoo session one of these days. That wasn’t the problem. What was a problem was that your best friend Krista worked there, you had known her since you were kids. There was no way that slightly feminine clothing was going to make you unrecognizable to her.

You decide to just look down while you’re waiting. Each second passing felt like half an hour. But you just stare at the floor, hoping that your hair might cover your face and make you harder to recognize.

Thankfully your mom doesn’t keep you waiting too long and comes back out with a bag in hand.