I’m on my way to a fancy dress thing, standing on the corner as I wait for my ride. I’m embarrassed to be seen out in public wearing such a short school dress and I’m wishing my friends would hurry up and arrive. You walk by and then turned and come back, clearly concerned. I guess it must look like I’ve missed my bus or something. “Are you all right, girlie?” you ask me. “What? Oh yes, I’m fine,” I say. “I’m not…that is...