I have been told I was a boy my entire life, only now do I realize, that was never true. I was called Pat (short for Patrick) when I was born, though that isn't my name. I was supposed to be named Patricia. My parents think I'm gay, that's not true. I look into the mirror and start applying the makeup, it's the one way I feel happy anymore in this wretched body that isn't mine.
Half an hour later, I've finished, I have transformed into Patricia, facially at least. The one gown and bra I own is under the loose floorboard under my bed. The perfect hiding place for my secret life. I grab them and put them on. I am now exactly how I always wish I looked. My parents don't know about this, but what they don't know can't hurt them. I text them that I am going to the movies with some friends. My Mom responds saying remember your curfew at 10:30. I get a bottle of makeup remover and a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a beanie, my car keys, and my purse.
I get in the car and speed off. It's not far to the movie theater and I see my friends in the parking lot. I greet them once I get out the car. They are the only people who know about my 'little secret', but they love me for who I am.
"Hey guys!" I shout, the three of them rushing over to hug me.
"Patricia, we almost thought you ditched us!" Said Kit, a friend of mine since 6th grade.
I respond, "Ditch you? I would never! Besides even if I did, you would still find me." I add in a sarcastic offended tone for dramatization.
"Well come on we're missing the previews!" Said Mary, my British friend who I absolutely love talking to because of her fascinating accent.
"Oh who cares about previews, we still need to get popcorn." Said Lana, the first person who I told I am transgender and the girl who has been my friend for 10 years.
We rush into the theater and get to our seats.
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We all walk out of the theater laughing at a joke Kit just made and wave to each other good-bye. While in the car I take off the makeup and change into the clothes I packed. I turn on the car. "Soon, soon I while tell Mom and Dad I want to transition to female." I get out the "Born This Way" CD I keep in my purse or backpack, depending on how I am dressed and put it into my car's player. I text my Mom I'm going home and start driving home. "Soon I'll tell them."
