Ah, it’s cool, it’s cool, it’s actually really fun when people think I’m a guy, then I can mess with them. I used to get mistaken for a guy more often in jr. high, when I had even shorter hair, like almost a buzz cut, my mom made me grow out my hair to stop getting mistaken for a boy, but when I got into high school, I got all that hair chopped off. I kind of want my hair that short again, so I’m growing out my bangs to do that, which is why one half goes slightly below my chin. But I still dress really not feminine(as in I wear a zipped up boy’s jacket most days) and am very flat. I never got mistaken for a boy when I was younger, because my mother forced me into dresses and I had ‘almost-to-my-butt’ length hair. Although my mother should have seen my future of being mistaken for a boy when I was admant about being Peter Pan for Halloween in fourth grade; it was around that time that I started demanding for a shorter haircut. At least I’ll know the signs if I ever have a daughter :P