“You. Look. Fantastic,” Piper said, holding two thumbs up and grinning.
“Really?” Annabeth asked, as she twisted and turned to get a look at herself in the full-length mirror in Piper’s room. She was wearing Piper’s uniform - the plaid green skirt falling an inch above her knee, the blouse knotted and tucked in the back to better hug her figure, and Piper’s backpack slung over her shoulders - complete with knee-high socks and Mary Janes borrowed from the girl across the hall. She looked like a rightful Herald student.
In about an hour, Luke would take her to Hestia’s Hearth, the downtown coffee shop that Piper had recommended. He would ask her about her life and school and Annabeth would lie again. But was it really all that different? School was school. She just had to replace some pronouns.
“Really,” Piper assured. “Seriously, you’re Annabeth on the outside now too. No one’s even going to notice.”
“I haven’t worn a bra in weeks. This feels weird.” Annabeth cupped her breasts and shifted them around. It was a relief to be able to breathe properly again, she had to admit.