No Use For A Title

Ok, so I'm in the restroom after my last class of the day, so no one will try to walk with or talk to me. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, half to pass time (I didn't really have to "go") and half to make sure none of my non-human characteristics are readily visible. So I'm looking around, and suddenly I look to the side of me, and there's some kind of coin-operated dispenser machine type thing. I'm inspecting it, and I'm pretty sure one side was condoms, but then I look at the other side...tampons? "Why would they sell tampons...in the men's room?" I wondered out loud.

Coming to a sudden half-realization, I walk back out of the restroom and take a look on the little plate next to the door, getting the other half of my realization in the process.

The silhouette was wearing a dress.

Oops.

So there I am, coming out of the women's' restroom. Pretty sure no one saw me, and I don't think there was anyone in there either.

Not that I'd care too much if either of those were not the case, but you know.