"..."
Alan gulped down his saliva and slowly inched his way towards his bed without getting up from the floor.
"...a true man isn't bothered by the clothes... It's just a costume, actors wear them all the time... I am still myslef..."
He closed his eyes and chanted while reaching for the feminine marital artist uniform.
Exactly eight minutes later a young man looking just like a pretty girl with a long braid of reddish-brown hair resting upon her left shoulder left his room and walked the walk of shame from the living quarters all the way to the main building.
"Good, you didn't try anything stupid with the clothes at least. You should have done something else with your hair, our guests are important ones, and your appearance will play a huge role in helping our sect."
As Alan made his way and passed the open wide main door, his mother approached him and nodded with a benevolent smile.
"I was given a tight time schedule."
