Pffff.. Squee.
So sweet. My mood went from "stressed over a school project that's due tomorrow" to "mega load fanboy happy" in like two seconds. I had to work to make myself not squeal, or say this to my mom.
I was at the library. I haven't worn casual clothes in weeks, aside from quick hospital visits; I don't go outside much and my school has a uniform policy (skirts of course).
This lady called me a "sir" at the library. I'm not even binding, and my chest is large as heck (a noticeably bulge being I'm a D-cup). I was sitting down, and I'm young enough to pass as a boy who's voice hasn't dropped, so I guess she didn't think twice about me being a boy.
Today is so the pinnacle of my month. I'm a closeted kid, and I didn't even try anything special, yet I passed.
