“…And second, it’s only been…five-ish years.” I facepalm, “Everyone knows me as someone full-time crossdressing pervert, don’t they?”

“I’m confused,” she says, pausing to ask earnestly, “You’re gonna start wearing boy clothes again?”

I sigh, “No…I-I don’t…even know what’s normal anymore. Can you understand how weird that feels?”

Riley nods, patting my thigh assuringly. “You’re like a cavewoman who’s thawed from the ice. But your best friend is here to help with everything.” She leans over to add an addendum before I even mouth the question. “—Except tell you about the girl thing. Sorry hun.”