He poked his friend's leg and pointed at the girl at the back of the classroom, just nearby.

"<dd>'s wearing a skirt!"

I don't know if it's a trend to pick on girls that finally come to acknowledge their gender or something, but it seemed to be the case for me.

I was a jean-dresser, and still am. It was the fact that I had been poked at by several classmates of similar gender to wear a skirt for graduation day - which is still lightyears away - and one had particularly stated that it had to be a mini-skirt.

I decided that I was not going to wait so long for Humiliation Day.

So, today, on the last day of school and co-incidently a presentation day, I wore a skirt.

This skirt was a clever skirt. It was not a short one. In fact, it resembled black cargo pants if one never paid attention. I think that's what everyone thought it was at first.

Until my good buddy pointed out the sudden apparel change to another classmate - a loudspeaker classmate.

He announced it to a half-filled computer lab.

The fellow girls went into a moment of 'poke-<dd>-coz-she's-wearing-a-skirt' and 'quick-where's-the-camera', which left me close to blushing. Thank goodness it was a half-full capacity at that point in time!

When the other students arrived, presentation took over and it was with relief that I went to hide.

Until aforementioned Loudspeaker whispered to his late-comer friend that I was wearing a skirt.

He stared and murmured something along a miracle happening.

Five more people knew I was wearing a skirt before the class ended. I went straight home after the event.

But, I dare question, why all this hulaboo over a skirt?!