It was the year 10s end of year party, for some odd reason majority of the boys and girls decided they were going to dress up as disney characters opposite to their own.
For Paul, this meant hell. He hated how soft his jaw was, how his hips were perfectly curvy, his chest, the lot.
Soon enough, it was the afternoon of everyone getting ready, Michaela was curling pauls emo cut parting it straight down the middle, he already hated it.
But now it was time for the dress, Dom handed Paul a snow white dress, Paul ran off to the bathroom and he put it on. He hated what he saw in the mirror it tugged perfectly round hus hips making him look so feminine, his scars along his arms being perfectly brightened in the white light.
When would this stop?
