Now, there are 28-year-old women in the world who could easily pass for 20-year-old boys. I, however, am not one of them. Admittedly, it was dark, I had my hair pulled back, and I was wearing a denim jacket, knickers, work boots, and a cloth cap. The knickers aren't obscenely tight, but they do tend to. . . emphasize certain aspects of the female form. And you'd think that the breasts, the hips, and the purse would give it away.
Apparently, you'd be wrong. I so need to find out what those boys were drinking and get me some.