As Rachel looked at himself in the mirror he was really starting to like what he saw there. Lanky and tall, with enough definition to not be skin and bone, but not so muscled that it required going to the gym more than once or twice a week. It might be fun to try being the likeable boy next door for a little while, and he could see what being the guy in the relationship was like. But if he was going to be a boy for a little while, he'd need to have a completely different wardrobe and he couldn't go by the name Rachel. While he could do something like pick a name that began with R and ended with L to be as close in sound and spelling to his girl name as possible, but was masculine like... Rafael or Ragnall or Reuel or Rahul... none of those names seemed to fit a boy next door kind of personality he could see in the mirror. They were more... well, for lack of a better term, exotic and denoted more of a bad boy personality than he felt comfortable identifying with. But if the sound couldn't be preserved, what about the meaning of his girl name? Curious, he looked up what Rachel meant only to find it meant the word "ewe" which was the word or a female sheep. Yeah, he wasn't about to find a boy name that would mean "ewe"--though curious, he still looked up names with ewe in the meaning, to find that there was in fact one masculine name that meant "ewe herder", which oddly seemed appropriate the moment he saw it: Howard. He could be a "Howie" perhaps? Maybe go with the opposite of a ewe? Ram... well, Ram was a name all by itself, wasn't it? And oddly, he felt that suited him more than any of the other names.
Well, he had a name, now he needed some clothes. After a quick raid of Dad's closet, Ram found some clothes he wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen in buried at the back of the closet in black bags that looked oddly like a donation bag that just never left the closet. Inside were all sorts of clothes from when his dad must have been younger and thinner. T-shirts, jeans, sneakers, all sorts of things that Ram knew his dad could never squeeze into now. Dad must have squirreled them away for sentiment's sake. Ram tried on the clothes--and while they weren't a perfect fit (the shirt was a bit baggy--Dad must have been more of a gym rat than Ram was--the pants pinched a bit in the crotch--he might have a bigger dick than his dad did), they fit a lot better than the remnants of his girl wardrobe did.
In a few minutes, Ram had dragged his Dad's old handmedowns to his room and dressed himself rather well, if he said so himself. Twenty-five years out of fashion, but then, this stuff was just coming back into fashion--that was the old saying wasn't it? Old enough to wear it the first time, don't. Young enough to haven't worn it the first time, do. Proud of his assembly, Ram took a a snap chat of himself and sent it to Jade without thinking. It was only after he saw her bitmoji pop up and then three dots begin to tap that Ram realized what he'd done.
JaDe4LiFe: Who's the cute boy, Rach?
Oh shit...