My hand grasps at the side of the wall, searching for the plastic of the light switch for a moment before I'm almost blinded by it. It was around eleven at night and everyone else in my house was asleep, save for my brother who was upstairs, playing the Halo Reach beta. Slowly, my eyes adjusted and I walked into the bathroom. Directly in front of me was me, staring at myself straight in my own green eyes. My brown hair was still parted to the side as usual, and I slowly removed my glasses. Setting them down on the counter, I looked around. I didn't really need them for a whole lot, they just made the world the slightest bit clearer, I could still myself perfectly though. Short, a little on the chubby side, but I had been working out lately so you could at least see the muscle under the layer of padding. My gave a short sigh, looking myself over, fully clothed, a white button down shirt and blue jeans on.
I was male. Clean shaven with no hint of stubble, and I had even been said to be handsomely baby faced. Incredibly, here and now, I was male. I was me.
My smile slowly began to fade as I turned to the shower, staring at it before slowly unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it to the counter. It revealed a blue wrap, which I slowly undid and let loose my secret. My breasts, which every morning I tried so hard to make disappear and every night I would wish so hard to wake up without them. I then slowly undid the cold, silver button on my bluejeans and let them fall to the floor. I was left in my boxers, which had no bulge. My other secret, my penis was fake. It was upstairs, tucked away in a drawer that I kept all my dirty secrets in. I looked at myself in the mirror again.
I was female. My hair was short and I was fatter then the women you'd see on tv. Biologically, here and now, I was female. I felt cold.
I stared long and hard at myself, grabbing my breast and holding it upwards, even pushing it in a little, mentally imaging my bare chest with no hanging. I, defeated, let it go and turned on the shower. I finished undressing while waiting for the water to get hot before slipping in.
When I got out, I gathered my clothing, wrapped a towel around myself and went to bed, eager to wake up in the morning and once again put back on the real me.
I was male. Clean shaven with no hint of stubble, and I had even been said to be handsomely baby faced. Incredibly, here and now, I was male. I was me.
My smile slowly began to fade as I turned to the shower, staring at it before slowly unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it to the counter. It revealed a blue wrap, which I slowly undid and let loose my secret. My breasts, which every morning I tried so hard to make disappear and every night I would wish so hard to wake up without them. I then slowly undid the cold, silver button on my bluejeans and let them fall to the floor. I was left in my boxers, which had no bulge. My other secret, my penis was fake. It was upstairs, tucked away in a drawer that I kept all my dirty secrets in. I looked at myself in the mirror again.
I was female. My hair was short and I was fatter then the women you'd see on tv. Biologically, here and now, I was female. I felt cold.
I stared long and hard at myself, grabbing my breast and holding it upwards, even pushing it in a little, mentally imaging my bare chest with no hanging. I, defeated, let it go and turned on the shower. I finished undressing while waiting for the water to get hot before slipping in.
When I got out, I gathered my clothing, wrapped a towel around myself and went to bed, eager to wake up in the morning and once again put back on the real me.
