Frankie honestly tried to smile at Molly, they did, but it came out as far more of a grimace. They shook their head slightly, chewing on their words.
"I...not really. I need to, like, change, but I don't want to just go home...and I don't know if I can..." they trailed off. There was a little gesture towards their torso, but it wasn't especially descriptive.
Frank really wasn't sure that this was the time for explanations. And there wasn't some weird substance down their front or anything, just a whole lot of chest where their brain now insisted it shouldn't be. Or at least not so visible. The look they shot Molly was a combination of panic and pleading. It was the first time this had happened since they had begun to really take a look at their gender feelings, and it was with far more force than previously imagined.