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Izzy was working until the afternoon, so Wyatt had most of the day to prepare and to…to freak out. He found the yellow sun dress hanging in Harper’s closet and held it up against his body. It was pretty. Definitely pretty. Maybe smoking hot too—but would Wyatt be either of those things if he wore the dress? He figured there was only one way to find out.
He shucked his clothes off in the middle of Harper’s bedroom and tugged the sun dress over his head. He’d expected it to be tight across the bodice, but he guessed his lack of boobs made up for the additional width of his shoulders. And it’s not as though he was much broader than Harper anyway. He’d always been skinny. One of the thin spaghetti straps slid down his shoulder, and Wyatt tugged it back into position and stared at himself in Harper’s mirror.
He couldn’t tell if he looked like a girl, or if he just looked like a boy in a dress.