The sound of a car driving away, caused by a smile on Jack's face.
e waited another 10 minutes to be safe. The treasure chest was hidden behind the drawer.
A plaid skirt, a low-cut blouse, tights, panties, a bra and mary-jane shoes.
A beautiful set, created over a year.
It fits Jack perfectly. Everything fits well. He looks like a regular girl.
Excitement when he sneaks out of the house dressed like that. I've never forgotten it.
The thrill of being caught or laughed at.
Now it's all over. He can only change secretly at home.

The president will ruin everything. The current law prohibiting discrimination on the basis of race, later on the basis of sexual identity.
But this law against discrimination based on clothing did not please Jack.
Dress codes were banned. Everyone can dress however they want, at work and on the street.

Jack's mother, dressed like a prostitute for work at the bank.
Jack's father, often wore a miniskirt, his hard, hairy body.
Jack's sister didn't dress like a girl. More like a tramp.

Jack can't find himself in this world of freedom. Where no one will persecute you or make fun of you.
Tears ran down Jack's cheeks as he hid his bag of treasures... They also hid Jack in the closet forever...