A Moment at the Mirror

The young man looked in the mirror and sighed.

He had hoped to see a girl there, but instead he saw a sad boy in his mother’s clothes.

He’d been dressing up whenever he had the chance for a while now, and he still didn’t understand why. What was it about women’s clothes, a woman’s life that attracted him so?

The fact that he didn’t know the answer to that embarrassed him, frustrated him and drained him.

When he had been little, he had pretended he could transform into a girl. He’d say magic words, and he’d be like the girls at school, or sometimes a full grown woman.

Sometimes, he dreamed of waking up as a girl, going to school in a skirt, and nobody noticing anything different.

But pretending and dreaming were just not the same as real life, and he could not imagine anything that would actually make his dreams real.

He, of course, had no idea what the future held.

He had no idea that many years from now, he would in fact step out into the world as a woman, and be okay.

Or how many others will feel, have felt, or are feeling just like he does right now.

But that was the future, and at that moment, there was just a boy in a dress looking at a mirror, feeling sad and frustrated, with no clue how much better his tomorrow would be.

Just goes to show, you just never know, do you?

End.