And then you realise, looking down, just how ... unfabulous you look. It's almost disgusting; you should be in something tighter, cuter, more form fitting, something less... "mannish". While licking some more of the faintly grape flavoured water off your lips, you trip a little in the aisle as the bus starts up.
The jolt let you get ahold of yourself for a moment. It only took that little for you to forget yourself for a moment. Brushing the excess off your lips with a sleeve, you can feel how plump they are. It makes you giggle softly. You stifle it, but every movement seems to tickle. Walking feels awkward until you let your hips swish on your way to the back seat. The whole way you're biting your tongue to keep the little jostles of flannel and denim all over your smooth petite body from making you feel giddy. It feels like wearing "boyfriend clothes". You can imagine a bigger stronger man wearing this stuff, like you just got up in the morning and are gonna make him breakfast. Little sewing and mending methods come to mind on how to take this ill-fitting shirt and turn it into a cute little dress. But then what would the stud wear?... Hehe, you let out a little titter, imagining that thick hairy manly chest on display while you-- You shake your head of the thought--
You sit down with a groan that comes out as more of a whimper. "Dangit, sssisster, hang onto yourself..." you say with a great amount of concentration to keep your tongue from tracing against your teeth (but it's thooooo fabulously queer, the back of your mind says. Memories of how you used to sound seeming more and more foreign by the second, and more and more hot to your twinkifying mindset). "You know you're no ssisssy, gurl!" with more dramatic flamboyant flair than you meant, you lean back in the seat. Your wrist flops, but then you try to grit your teeth and sit steadier. Unconcsiously, you cross your legs at the knees. "Jutht... Think like a man... What can I do?..."
You're lost in thought. One minute trying to figure out if you can ask anyone for help, if this is just a bad dream, and the next minute you're just caught up thinking about the ways you could tooootally fab up this outfit. Like, dang, gurl, don't you keep a little sewing set around? Bitch, please! Looking cute for men isn't the issue now, you gotta think how to turn back...
The halt and bell-ringing of the next bus stop shakes you to more awareness of your surroundings. You look up at the new passenger entering, and it's...