I do this thing where if i have to go to a family event where I will be expected to be a girl I pretend I am a SPY and I am IN DISGUISE AS A TEEN GIRL and my mission is to EXTRACT INFORMATION FROM MY GRANDPARENTS without giving away my real identity. works every time.
your dress and makeup is now a DISGUISE
your ‘birth name’ is now an ALIAS
getting told by your parents to be nice and not yell at anyone being racist is MISSION BRIEFING
your entire extended family are now FOREIGN DIGNITARIES and you gotta make it thru the evening without being discovered as a RADICAL SPY
carrying a small water pistol and one of those fake-lipstick pens in your purse helps to get in the zone. the best part of being a spy is the nifty gadgets everyone knows that.
BONUS if you have to bring a friend of another gender with you to pretend to be your boyfriend. you are both PARTNER SPIES and one of you has to be the cranky but soft-hearted veteran and the other has to be the endearingly-assholeish rookie.
Seems like actually a great way to deal with dysphoria
it’s also a great way to deal with social anxiety. i get through socialising outside my comfort zone by treating it like cosplay.
The thing about Merrill is that her hands move without her, these pale, cut-up things fluttering about like bird wings, and sometimes she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing, whose hand she’s holding, what she’s touching until someone’s eyes are blinking back at her owlishly or something is lying in pretty glass pieces on the floor. Like right now. Like the way Bethany is looking at her, the corner of her lips twitching, and—oh, she’s got her fingers on her arm and that’s a little forward, isn’t it?
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