Femboy X Tomboy の小説・ストーリー

I clenched my hand into a fist against my chest, refusing to look at Boyd again. I stood there, leaning against the wall in anguished silence, so many things running through my mind. So many reasons Boyd had for not liking me. Was I too much of a tomboy? I know I wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup even yesterday when I was playing the part of a realtor. I’m more of a tomboy than a pretty girl, like the Luna he was so infatuated with or the demented Luna that was holding him hostage. Do I need to get a fucking boob job and a hair straightener to be his type? Should I take Winnie up on his offer to dress me?