I cut my hair. Right off. All off. No, I'm not bald, but its very short. The shortest I have had it since being mistaken for my brother when I was 10. I think I am happy with it, however I had a sudden burst of panic when I looked down at the floor and saw a pile of hair resembling an exploded Pekinese. (Aside note: at the salon there was a jar labelled "Barbericide" - wouldn't it make sense to keep something responsible for the death of millions of hairdressers away from them?)
Now my panic is that I will look like a boy. The student at our office has a short hair cut and she looks very much like a man. So much so, I thought she was a man for about 20 mins the first day she came in. So, in order to compensate the fact I may look like a boy I am going to girlie it up for the next few weeks. You know - lots of boob-age and makeup and earrings and such. Just so no one misstakes me for a guy... or a transvestite... I may have to wear a wig if this goes badly.