Wormwood

First she put a pair of old gym shorts on over her underwear. After that she took a roll of bandage out of her old girl scout First-Aid kit in order to flatten her chest. She wrapped the bandage tightly around and around until there was just enough left to tie it off. The numb tingling sensation she was left with instead of breasts was vaguely arousing. She pulled the baggy jeans on over the gym shorts and over her top, a t-shirt. Over the t shirt went the sweat shirt, and as a finishing touch she tucked her hair into the baseball cap and put on a pair of sunglasses. On her feet she wore a pair of mens work boots she wore from time to time. Ruby was now Ruben.

She tucked the baggies into the pockets of her jeans and the front pocket of her sweatshirt. Her mother had gone to bed already, but just to be sure she snuck out the window and down the fire escape. She walked and walked until she grew very tired, but kept walking until she reached the place where the sight of grafiti met her eyes, the smell of burning rubber met her nose, and the sound of obnoxious rap music met her ears. Approaching the first group of young men she saw, she faked a deep voice as best she could and asked if they wanted to buy anything. This was it she thought, they knew. But the men did not seem to notice any sign of her femininity and instead the tall one at the head of the group asked \"Whatcha got?\". She pulled a bag out of her pocket and again faked a voice that might have belonged to a boy just going through puberty, saying \"Ten dollars\". \"How mucha a that do ya\' got?\" asked the tall one. Ruby knew better than to answer directly and instead said \" How much are you willing to pay?\".
The man pulled out two fiftys and handed them to Ruby/Ruben. She counted out ten bags and handed them to the man. They parted ways and Ruby tucked the money into her underwear. From that moment on it was smooth sailing. She sold all of it and headed home with a plan to come back the next night.