The thought of you're obnoxious laugh coursed through my mind as if it was a drug. I couldn't take you out of my head and I didn't know why . I wonder if you're thinking about me ? I rush to the bathroom and burst into tears barely able to stand on my two hind legs. I take a glance at the mirror to see my reflection and I smashed it. Why did I look this way? Why did I have facial hair ? Why are people calling me a him instead of a she ? I felt it was necessary for a little change and boy was I right . I remember looking at my grandmothers gray box that was full of makeup products that were possibly ancient but my curious mind didn't care. I grabbed whatever I could find and applied it to my face . I also grabbed my grandmothers old wig that she left under the sink and placed it over my head. That night I felt like I was the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood, I felt like myself .
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The Girl In Pink
Short StoryA teenager named Zach decides he wants to become a female . Throughout his transition he gets bullied and looses friends along the way .
