Accidents happen
She looked at herself in the mirror, and the reflect of himself looked at her, the body of a man, a discovered flat chest, there were no breasts to look at, which was good for her, she never was a fan of them, it didn’t make her feel less than a woman, nor more of a man. As she placed the bandage around her, as some sort of daily ritual followed. There was nothing to cover, but this did make her feel more like a woman.
“Why do I do this?” she said, once she had begun. It had become an habit, yet sometimes this question was raised to herself. There was no answer afterwards, as she kept covering her chest. “Sometimes I wonder if I should change things up a bit, be a man one day then a woman the next,” she muttered. It must be clear for the others, right? Who she was, what she was? Dorothy wasn’t a thing, nor something in between of a man and a woman, she was a woman. “Sometimes I make no sense, do I?” She nodded to her own reflection.
When she turned around, her tent opened. A quick reflex brought her hands to her bandaged chest, as her eyes darted around the room for her own clothes. “Where are they?” she asked to herself, finding them near her sleeping bag. There was no time to fetch it, put on her shirt and continue this, so she slowly moved to it and sat down, still covering.
“Oh! Sorry, I... is there something wrong?” Right now, she couldn’t think much about who was comign in her tent. “Sorry you, uh... found me in this situation.”
