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7/20/2025, 10:14:17 AM
>Be me, Amy Rose
>I'm on a walk through Station Square, just enjoying the fresh air
>I decide to stop by the park for a breather and sit on a bench, enjoying the breeze
>Suddenly I hear a high-pitched voice
>“Oh my gosh, I LOVE your outfit!”
>Look up
>It’s some tall guy in a cheap dress, smeared makeup, a five o’clock shadow, and a blonde wig
>He’s smiling like we’re already best friends
>“We girls have to stick together, right?”
>He tries to sit next to me completely uninvited, and the smell of copious amounts of perfume hits my nose
>Every instinct says to leave now but I freeze, subtly leaning back from my discomfort and his smell
>“Uhh… thanks? That’s sweet of you,” I say, forcing a smile
>He starts talking about how hard it is being “a girl like us”
>He keeps calling me “sis” and says we should go shopping together sometime
>I nod awkwardly and pretend to check my phone
>“Oh! Looks like Sonic’s calling me. Gotta run!” I say, hoping he buys it
>He pouts
>“Aww, I really thought we connected…”
>I fake a laugh, quickly walk out of there
>My heart is pounding and I keep looking over my shoulder to make sure he isn't following me
>I barely even remember which direction I’m going but I manage to get home
>I slam the door, drop everything and sit in silence
>Never talk about it to anyone
>Still hate myself for not just saying “no”
>Still uncomfortable he was trying to WEAR women like me
>Still mad he called me “sis” like we were the same
>We’re not the same
>I'm on a walk through Station Square, just enjoying the fresh air
>I decide to stop by the park for a breather and sit on a bench, enjoying the breeze
>Suddenly I hear a high-pitched voice
>“Oh my gosh, I LOVE your outfit!”
>Look up
>It’s some tall guy in a cheap dress, smeared makeup, a five o’clock shadow, and a blonde wig
>He’s smiling like we’re already best friends
>“We girls have to stick together, right?”
>He tries to sit next to me completely uninvited, and the smell of copious amounts of perfume hits my nose
>Every instinct says to leave now but I freeze, subtly leaning back from my discomfort and his smell
>“Uhh… thanks? That’s sweet of you,” I say, forcing a smile
>He starts talking about how hard it is being “a girl like us”
>He keeps calling me “sis” and says we should go shopping together sometime
>I nod awkwardly and pretend to check my phone
>“Oh! Looks like Sonic’s calling me. Gotta run!” I say, hoping he buys it
>He pouts
>“Aww, I really thought we connected…”
>I fake a laugh, quickly walk out of there
>My heart is pounding and I keep looking over my shoulder to make sure he isn't following me
>I barely even remember which direction I’m going but I manage to get home
>I slam the door, drop everything and sit in silence
>Never talk about it to anyone
>Still hate myself for not just saying “no”
>Still uncomfortable he was trying to WEAR women like me
>Still mad he called me “sis” like we were the same
>We’re not the same
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