Today I actually had to consider what shoes would go best with my skirt that Elena made me put on for work. Luckily, she actually owns a few pairs of flats. My students have decided that 'Mrs. Black' is kind of a bitch, but knows her stuff.
Alright, this can end any time now. I thought maybe it'd get easier to deal with, but it hasn't. It's so weird. I mean, yeah, I've wondered once or twice what it'd be like to be a girl and now that I know, I prefer being a guy.