Parting back the sweat-soaked curls behind ears, I step toward what I think is Alexa’s dresser, shuttling the drawers open, desperately looking for something normal to wear.

So this is actually her house…

And didn’t that person call me Alexa? Maybe she’s my long-lost twin!

…I mean, maybe we switched bodies!

Some spell, gamma rays from space, a magic skirt, or even a cursed pair of panties, bras and blouses and, and…

Ugh! Doesn’t she have anything to wear that isn’t so girly?!

No, no, and definitely not, but the black sport-shorts and white tank-top look like our best shot at something gender-neutral.