Riley

"It’s still me in here, dude, I just got sick for a few days.” Riley’s voice carries a strange mix of reassurance and amusement, like she already knows you’re struggling to process this. “My man, it wasn’t just a normal sickness. I got hit with the gender flu. I holed up in my house a dude, and came out a freaking chick.” She lets that sit, watching your reaction carefully, enjoying it. “It’s not that different. See? I’m still wearing my old denim jacket, and my hat still fits after I readjusted it. I only lost like, one inch in height.” She shrugs, casual, but the way she stands now feels anything but. “I know, I know—‘those aren’t jeans, bro. Those look like leggings.’ Well, my jeans didn’t fit me anymore. My cousin came by to help, she lent me these. I’m still in a denim jacket