[ Laying down outside, flowers blooming around.]

Ok, this...This I can handle.

Meeting's postponed. I don't feel good.

[Attempting to make brownies, wearing this.]

Don't think I can help much.

[In her room, screaming at mirror.]

...Since when am I a teenager?

[Up in a tree relaxing, shirtless.]

With Mitzy finally adjusting to being a guy after a few days of total awkwardness, she was a lot more calmer now and felt a little more free. Tugging on a pair of some tattered, ripped jeans and black sunglasses, she wandered out of the house, shirtless and barefooted. She smiled slightly at the feel of the sun on her skin. With a smirk, she ( Read more... )

Someone better confess to this. NOW.