The dark mahogany wardrobe takes up an entire wall, leaving room only for a hanger by its side. Alec stands in front of its mirror, and studies herself attentively, head spinning with Cassandra's words. She adjusts the blazer she's wearing, the open buttons of her white shirt showing off a bit of cleavage. A sudden whim takes over her, and she undresses, taking quick stock of her reflection. Small breasts, narrow hips, long legs. Her underwear is as masculine as she usually feels, a pair of hipster briefs, a sports bra. She winces at the sight, there's nothing sensual here, nothing sexy, and today she wants to feel sexy. Pulling off the rest of her clothes, she runs a hand across her chest, cups one breast, eyes closed, dreaming it's Cassandra's hand on her skin.