Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day
Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes.
See, the thing about yesterday was that, while his jeans and t-shirts and whatever looked just fine on a girl if you were looking to pass yourself off as the kind of girl who didn't give a shit about what people thought of you, it didn't have that... that... That 'I'm a person who wants to be noticed' look, quite the same way it did when he was wearing it as a guy. When he was wearing his own clothes as a girl, he didn't look punk. He mostly just looked like a slob.
Ugh, double-standards.
And so, today, he was merrily poking around the store, picking up bras and underwear and skirts and shoes and shirts and dresses and- look, it wasn't every day you turned into a woman, and he'd argue with anyone who had a problem with it that he'd be around here long enough, probably, that he'd have to dress himself as a girl again someday anyway.
So. Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes, and there was not a thing you could do to stop him.
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See, the thing about yesterday was that, while his jeans and t-shirts and whatever looked just fine on a girl if you were looking to pass yourself off as the kind of girl who didn't give a shit about what people thought of you, it didn't have that... that... That 'I'm a person who wants to be noticed' look, quite the same way it did when he was wearing it as a guy. When he was wearing his own clothes as a girl, he didn't look punk. He mostly just looked like a slob.
Ugh, double-standards.
And so, today, he was merrily poking around the store, picking up bras and underwear and skirts and shoes and shirts and dresses and- look, it wasn't every day you turned into a woman, and he'd argue with anyone who had a problem with it that he'd be around here long enough, probably, that he'd have to dress himself as a girl again someday anyway.
So. Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes, and there was not a thing you could do to stop him.
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