As I squirmed into my shirt and pants, I pulled off one final move. I twisted the knob on my closet door and walked in to begin my transformation for the day. Jackson and Michael Jackson’s personal dance coach all at once.
To no eyes and ears other than my own I was ABBA’s dancing queen, Panic at The Disco’s Ms. I slammed my door shut, turned up the speakers and stared down the closet in my room.
