Being a teenager was bad enough. Nicholas refused to dress up like a girl on top of it. He grabbed the masculine outfit and put it on. To his distress, he still looked like a girl. After a few moments of waffling on what to do, he remembered the pair of scissors he had in his desk. He got up and grabbed the scissors. Standing in front of the mirror, he hacked off as much of his long hair as possible.
The end result looked horrible, but at least Nicholas couldn’t be mistaken for a girl now. Nicholas ran his hands through the uneven ends, grimacing. Yes, he wanted to become an adult again. But he couldn’t just walk around like this!
Luckily, his favorite barber shop was just around the corner. Nicholas grabbed his phone, wallet, keys, and the dice case, planning to put them into his pants pockets. To his shock, however, the pockets were fake. Belatedly, he vaguely remembered Margaret complaining that the pants sold for teen girls rarely had real pockets.
“Great,” he muttered. He dug around in the box of clothes some more before finding an old backpack of Margaret’s. It was a solid white, with no girly designs on it, which was probably why it was at his house rather than Melissa’s. Nicholas stuffed his items into the backpack and put it on, then left the apartment.
As he had a sudden surge of energy he hadn’t felt since his thirties, Nicholas decided to take the stairs, rather than the elevator. He jogged down to the first floor and outside, ignoring any and all perplexed looks he got.
It was a nice, sunny day, and Nicholas enjoyed the walk to the barber shop. When he arrived, he paused, thinking. Yes, he had his wallet. But he was a regular at this place. They would recognize his card if he tried to pay with credit. He could pay with cash, but if he did, he wouldn’t have any left. Of course, he could also go somewhere else, or just deal with the horrid homemade haircut.