"I...nearly slipped," Leonard lied. He looked back at himself in the mirror. "Do you think I'm..." he gasped out the word, "...pretty?"
"You're one of the hottest girls in school," Allison insisted. "Well, after me, of course," she said, trying to get a smile out of her friend. "Let me help you," she said.
Allison proceeded to help him dress, frustrating Leonard to no end, because it continued to do absolutely nothing for him. The first time he got to touch a girl's bra with their permission...and it was to put it on his chest.
He wondered what higher power suddenly hated him. He'd never been particularly religious, but...
"You'll find someone else," Allison said. "I mean, how could someone not want you?" Inwardly, as she tried to put on a brave front, she was still worried. Leonard wasn't her usual self, and Allison practically had to dress her.
