Boys wear blue

Gabriel crossed his arms — or rather, the very feminine arms he now had — and sighed. “You answered everything right. Every question, every detail. You're definitely still you.”

He motioned to himself, exasperated. “And I'm... this. This overly sensual version of me. That blue underwear I used to wear? It turned into this runway lingerie. A cursed fashion statement.”

His friend stared, stunned. “How did this even happen?”

“My ex. She said I had a toxic mindset. Always spouting nonsense like ‘boys wear blue, girls wear pink.’ I refused to wear pink — and now? Anything I wear turns hyper-feminine. But still blue. Like some twisted joke.”

“Anything you wear?”

“EVERYTHING. I put on jeans — they became sheer tights. Shorts and a t-shirt? Turned into a babydoll. Even a hoodie transforms into a tight dress. I literally can’t leave the house.”

“But why you? Why didn’t she do this to someone else?”

“Because you’re the only one who still calls me Gabriel. Everyone else… they all call me Gabriela. As if this version of me always existed. Everyone remembers me like this… except me.”

His friend went quiet for a moment, then said, “Wait. That explains what my mom said earlier. She asked if I was going to see Gabriela again and when we were gonna 'make it official.' I thought she was just joking…”

“Yeah, I wish. But no. In this twisted version of reality, everyone remembers me as her. Only you know who I really was.”

“She found out about... the other girl?”

“Yep. She went through my messages. Found everything. Probably thought you were part of it. Maybe that’s why you’re the only one she let remember.”

A beat of silence passed.

“So… how are you gonna go to work like this? I mean, unless you’re planning on getting a job at a nightclub or something.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Don’t even joke. I can’t work. Can’t even pay bills. She wiped my account clean. I’ve got nothing left.”

His friend rubbed his chin, thinking. “Well... what if you moved in here? We split the rent. I’ll work, you handle the house. Not glamorous, but it’s something.”

Gabriel sighed. “You’re basically suggesting what life’s already forcing me to accept. Time to swallow my pride. Maybe it’s true after all… boys like me now wear pink.”