We got up to my room and really it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It still looked very much like my room in most respects. My TV was still there with my video game system. My carpet and walls weren't pink or anything and I didn't find a canopy bed. In fact my bed was the same as I remembered it from when I was 5. The sheets were different though, little ballerinas all over them. There was a nighty laying on top of the bed too.
"Oh, Jon, come look at all the cute clothes you have now." Said Karyn.
I turned quickly to my closet and felt my skirt flair out. My closet also wasn't as bad as I had feared, most of the clothes in there were still fairly masculine, or rather boyish.
"Hay, I remember this." Karyn said holding up a pair of pants with little flowers on the back pockets. "And this." She said holding a dress up and grimacing. "I hated this dress but my mom would make me wear it almost every time relatives came over."
"Awww, it's adorable. You were always such a tomboy when you were little. I think Jon should wear it."
