Being a teenager was bad enough. Nicholas refused to be recognized on top of it. He swallowed his pride and put on the feminine outfit. Sure enough, he looked like Margaret’s twin. A long strand of red hair fell in front of his face. Scowling, Nicholas tied his hair back into a rather messy ponytail. That would at least keep his hair out of the way.
Nicholas dug through the box, looking for a bag to carry things in, since the skirt didn’t have any pockets. Luckily, there was a plain white backpack in the box. He grabbed his phone, wallet, keys, and the dice case, then packed them into the bag.
Satisfied, Nicholas exited his penthouse. Suddenly nervous about being seen like this, he decided to take the stairs rather than the elevator. After all, he had energy he hadn’t felt since his thirties. He jogged down to the first floor, then exited the building, ignoring any and all odd looks he got.
He’d only made it half a block away from the building when a teenage boy suddenly stepped in front of him. Nicholas came to a stop. The boy looked to be a senior or junior in high school, much bigger and stronger than Nicholas currently was.
“Hey, gorgeous,” the boy purred, looking Nicholas up and down. “What’s your name?”
“Uh…Nicole,” Nicholas said after a moment. The boy grinned.
“Nicole. Nice face you got there.”
“…Thanks?” Nicholas, or, he supposed he was going by Nicole now, frowned in confusion. Was this boy hitting on him?
“I’m headed for the mall. Wanna come with?”
“I don’t even know your name,” Nicole said flatly.
“Wally.” Wally winked at Nicole. “Well?”