Karyn stayed close by, her hand still gripping his as if to reassure him as they navigated the crowded hallways. His skirt swished delicately around his bare legs as his shoes clicked painfully loudly upon the tiled floor.
Usually, he preferred to just carry his books around with him in his backpack. But now, with the sudden changes to his schedule and uniform, he had no choice but to start using one on the secretary's instructions.
Taking a deep breath, he arrived at his new locker and gripped the hard metal door. Slowly, he opened the door, bracing himself for what might be inside.
Jon’s eyes widened in shock. Instead of an empty space waiting to be filled with his books and supplies, the locker was already fully stocked!
The shelves were lined with girly accessories: pastel-colored hair ties, floral stickers, and delicately stacked textbooks, their covers decorated with doodles in an unfamiliar bubbly handwriting.
On the top shelf sat an assortment of makeup products, all pink, and various lip glosses and mascara, neatly organized into small trays.
Attached to the inside of the locker door sat a vanity mirror, adorned with cute stickers of hearts and stars. He was instantly struck by the sight of his own reflection.
There he was, dressed in his crisp new girls’ uniform. The plaid skirt swishing softly around his knees, the white blouse clinging tightly to his frame, and all brought together with his new dainty tie that was fashioned into a short little bow around his neck. He looked the very picture of girlishness.
In contrast stood Karyn behind him, she was standing tall and confident in her trousers with a relaxed carefree demeanour. Her shirt rested gently on her shoulders, that for the first time, he now caught himself admiring.
He felt so vulnerable out here, with his legs bare and his body on show like this. He began to daydream... If only Karyn's shoulders could come and scoop him up, wrapping warmly around him...
