Nothing happened.
It was orange and I put a layer of sparkly orange on top.
I had green eye shadow lining my lower lashes.
I looked in the mirror. I preened.
I expected the world to end when I left my bathroom.
Hour by hour, meeting by meeting, the tension rose as my rebellion came face to face with the rule followers.
Nothing happened. Except…all day…I felt a thrill. I felt pleasure. I felt myself.
