Valire (now Vladimir) realized she still couldn't just sulk about it. This world still had school, and she was probably late.
She had to wear the clothes of this universe though. There weren't any dresses in her closet, there weren't any dresses in the world. No skirts, no crop tops, no makeup, she'd have to wear male clothes. She put on the most feminine outfit she could find, just some black sweatpants and a blue dress shirt. She also needed to wear a binder as that was the only chest support she could find, it made breasts that were already much smaller in this world look completely flat.
Looking in the mirror Valire began to weep. She looked just like a boy, and she was expected to act just like a boy. She'd never be feminine again, she wasn't even really a girl like this. She couldn't be seen crying here though, she had to get a grip on herself. She still had a while before school. Without having to put on makeup she had more free time.
She walked the city streets making sure the layout was the same, it was, but some stores were different. A store that previously sold skincare products was replaced by a gun shop, her city didn't even have gun shops before. Valerie heard someone call her "f*ggot" on the street, she realized her walk was still feminine, anyone who saw her like this would think she's a weirdo. She tried her best to walk like a boy.
Eventually she got to the subway. I geuss its time for school, whatever that entails.