"Technically I suppose you can leave it with me. I'm his secretary. Kind of." She was so involved with the outfit that she just pointed to the corner of the desk.
"Honey, your hair. It could be so pretty. I mean, you're not a model or anything, but you could at the very least be a catch. Don't you want to be a catch? Don't you want to look in the mirror and not see some butch homeless girl?"
In all her life, she hadn't ever seen somebody so bad off.
No, wait, Jack. Jack had been. But he'd been male. He at least had an excuse. That and he was a pirate or something.