On her way back to the lobby, one of the scientists stopped her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It appears that I wasn't clear about which clothing you should choose."
"And what's wrong with this?" she asked, getting ticked off.
"Well, they're girls clothes," the scientist said.
"So? I'm a girl."
"But you look like a boy. I'm afraid you're going to have to go back and take all that off and find yourself some boy's clothes."
"You've got to be kidding me," she said, her eyes wide. "I ... I can't dress like a boy. That's just ... weird."
"Well, you're going to have to get used to it. Because you're going to be like this until the end of the school year. The point of the experiment is to see how you react as the opposite gender. If you just dressed the way you've dressed as a girl, then there wouldn't be much to analyze. Now would there?"
With a huff, Jennifer turned around and practically stomped back to the wardrobe room. She removed all of the clothing, jewelry, and make-up, then just stood there. She had no experience wearing boy's clothing. Where would she even start?
