As Willow picked out something for her date with Dave, she reflects on how much the BWI (Bayside Womens Institute) had changed her from her rebellious tomboy form into such a stunning young woman.

Mom failed to get into the BWI and she said if she had daughters, she would hope they would get in, both me and Darla got in despite my reluctance and whatever brand of crazy Darla was on today, still can't believe she's a police officer and a better driver than me.
I didn't want to lose who I was, but the jewel inside me was changing me like puberty was making up for lost time, what was scarier was how rapid the changes were, barely an hour after defeating that Montfort beast, I went from rough tomboy to feminine, other than Cerulean Wizard who already knew (blasted weeb) and Dave Dreamer (who didn't know) the other Dreamers found out I was a girl, like I promised Wizard, I was going to come clean but BWI whisked me away for two years, probably a blessing as the Dreamers went their separate ways as well.
My history with other girls, plays like a villains back story, the cheerleaders wanted nothing to do with me, the rich found me repulsive, I stood out too much to be a nerd despite being smarter than them, not goth enough to join that crowd and I was too clean to be a bad girl, my Dad was not someone you wanted to piss off let's just say, I expected the same at the BWI but then I met Tabitha who was assigned as my roommate at the college, she shared an enthusiasm for tech similar to my enthusiasm for mechanics, it helps that her little brother has similar interests to me which turned out to be Jetstream, I would meet three other women to help form Sonic Youth, Catalina, Anais and Shakira, to call them friends would be a stretch but they took the time to help me get my metro license so they aren't all bad.
As for what I learned at the BWI, was pretty much what I expected but with a whole lot more, I was tested for etiquette, domestic skills and I had to learn ballroom dancing for my debutante ball that happens if I graduate, which I did and the photo of me in that ball gown takes pride of place next to my mom's wedding photo; so yeah, it was pretty much a princess academy as expected but then there's the other side of it, there were so many choices for courses and career paths that the moment I saw that "The Silence" was teaching motors and mechanics, I signed up instantly.
My whole deal with wearing white is a lesson from the mechanics that support silence, every good mechanic has spotless overalls.
For the longest time both me and Darla had given our mother a hard time, suppose we were both daddys girls, I wanted to play, I wanted to skate around, I wanted to build things; Darla had a new fascination every day, on the surface we didn't want to be girls; I wouldn't call it a gender identity crisis, we were just kids, we just wanted to have fun, I hated being left out the boys games for being a girl or being called weird for not liking dolls, pop stars, makeup or designing jewelry, the Dreamers would rescue me from a wretched childhood.
Two years in the BWI both changed and didn't change me, the idea of unlimited freedom of choice is part of the BWI commitment to each aspiring jewel maiden, when I wore that debutante dress, I was twirling for hours as if the fairy godmother had arrived to send me to the ball, yet I spent most of my two years covered in oil and grease
A few years later my gem matured and gave me my current look, my apprenticeship with the Silence ended and I was now a fully qualified mechanic.
Offers from every major team in Bayside came in, the reason I picked Sonic Youth was that it kept that Dreamers spirit, the team was made and funded by King Donnie, the eccentric CEO of Bayside's only car manufacturer, explains why most cars are imported as most of his money was made through tuning.
The team were a mixture of male and female of all types; along with Tabitha, his brother and his best friend, we had our own little team.
Jet Stream has asked me out a few times but he's such a cocky brat that I consider him the little brother I never had, Storm Fist is closer to my type but he's not very smart and struggles in a lot of social situations, I bully him alot but only because I know he's capable of a lot more and I would like him to one day finally confess his love to Tabitha.
I guess I do have a type I do like, definitely showing my Maori heritage, my type is rugged men built strong, well kept beards and numerous tattoos, well you've probably been in a mechanics office at some point, scantily clad bikini models posing next to super cars, my office was full of Jason Momoa; so when I decided to date Dave I kept asking myself why? If I had to answer, I wanted to thank him properly and maybe apologize for deceiving him all those years, I am painfully aware of BWI girls having a reputation for being too good for mortal men, it made dating difficult, you either have try hards who think they deserve you as a trophy or the nice ones staying away over fear that they could never date such a beautiful woman, I'm more worried that Dave would fall in the latter category, I stun locked him so much that I don't think he's on planet earth.
So I need this date to be perfect, I remember from what the other Dreamers said that Dave has a short attention span, so I reluctantly called the other girls in Sonic Youth over and....
"BIG SISTER!!!!!!"
My crazy sister Darla.