I wanted to show the world what this curse had done to me. I felt sexy, I felt powerful, I felt like flirting with some people I didn't know. I strapped on some Uggs that I found, picked up a leather purse, and headed down to my car.
My car had changed from a grey Toyota Corolla to a lime green Kia Soul. "Figures, I guess that's what a femboy would probably drive," I chuckled to myself. I turned the key and headed off to the mall. While I was driving, I figured I should listen to some music. I found some music downloaded into the Kia's dash console. There was one playlist called "driving jams" that I clicked. Knowing my music taste, I was figuring some Taylor Swift or Arctic Monkeys would start playing, but instead I heard dream pop. Beach House and My Bloody Valentine wafted and thumped through the car. I wasn't too sure what to think of it, but it felt very correct for my new self.
At the mall, I got out of my car, locked it, and walked inside. This mall was huge, and I was excited to meet people. I wandered around for a while, window shopping; hoping someone would comment on me. It took quite a bit, but finally...