White Satin
By Melanie Ezell
She was finally ready.
It had taken more than thirty years to correct God's little mix-up, but it was worth it. She still wasn't perfect, the severe cut of her dress working to hide the few traces of masculinity she'd never be rid of, but if he loved her as is, she could live with a few flaws.
As her march started, she donned her veil, and stepped out the door.