I wasn't getting dressed up fancy for anyone but myself. I smiled as I looked over my body quickly in the mirror. My cleavage was being showed off wel... in the seriously low rise front of my dress. I rode in style... If you call style the city bus. But I was there on time, and met by the smiley face of my, pretty much, best friend Aaron. He stood at six foot six, towering over me, who was only 5'7. He was kind of lanky, but muscular too. I stood there for a moment, in utter silence. Something. It sprawled on both sides of the Mississippi River and I had classes on both banks. They reminded us that there were predators in every town and to guard ourselves by acting responsibly. There was also a dire threat implied to any potential predator that was in the orientation.At least there was no rule against going to college while I was pregnant. They’d have thrown me out of high school. I’d be headed for that clinic on Monday right after my last class. I’d have the form with me that allowed. I walked back out to Miss Swifty and fired her up. I was so mad and upset that I took my anger out on her. I burned rubber all the way on the long asphalt frontage road to the feeder ramp that would put me back on Route 66. That was unlike me and I apologized to Miss Swifty after I settled down on the open road in the direction of Springfield.Twelve miles past McLean, I drove around Lincoln on the bypass. There are many historical sites in Lincoln, one-hundred fifty-six miles past Go, but I. I looked at myself in the full length mirror.Everything from the top of my platinum blonde hair piled on top of myhead to the pointed toes in my stilettos looked so ridiculouslyfeminine. There was absolutely nothing left of my masculinity, at leaston the outside. My mind however was still one hundred masculine and Ifelt so humiliated looking at my reflection. My lips, huge and brightred screamed for attention. My lip gloss has a mild strawberry flavourthat I could taste, and it was a taste I.