"I was very serious. How do you think I got a Masters? I was in college by the time I was seventeen. I had my whole life planned out. Serious job. Marriage. Children. I just... wasn't happy." There were few things she was serious about. The person she used to be was one of them. She hated that person. That person was trapped in a box, screaming, but being ignored by everyone. Even herself.
"How are you going to get arrested? Are you going to get the same outfit? I doubt this place has cross dressing laws," she pointed out, completely missing the point of what he was meaning. As usual. "You didn't like them, so, of course I don't want them." They were safe in the dressing room still. Maybe.