This body isn't his. 1
Standing infront of a body mirror he traces his hands along the smooth lines of his body. The masculine lines that define him as a boy growing to be eighteen. His thoughts never fit with the body he is in, his attractions never fit his body. 2
Ice burg blue eyes stare into the glass, searcing the depths of himself. He is standing naked infront of the mirror and he feels awkward. The towel on the floor next to him explains the drips of water tracing their way down the lines of his muscles. He is somewhat pidgen-toed, his hands are smaller than his fathers. Curly blonde hair hangs to his shoulders, dripping wet.3
Who I am and what I feel do not fit this body, He thinks. 4
I hate the way they look at me. Those burning eyes tearing apart my soul.5
In the depths of his closet a box hides his most secret addictionl; the comfort of a womans clothing hidden in the dark corner of childhood, hidden from the world.6
For the first time in minutes, he now moves to his closet, fishing the box from the corner. It's old, and has signs of being opened and closed too many times. It isn't labeled, there is no words giving an idea of what recides in the box. If someone else found it, upon opening it, they would think that someone had misplaced it.7
He liked his secrets that way. A mystery, a game.8
Silk covered his legs, up to his hips. The panties were a light pink, off setting his skin tone perfectly. A satin slip is pulled over his head, hanging off of his shoulders in a deep emerald colour. 9
He stands now infront of the mirror and thinks.10
I should have been a woman, named Sasha. 11
In a womans clothing he feels comfortable, fitting. He feels now like he fits in his own skin.12
Standing infront of a body mirror he traces his hands along the smooth lines of his body. The masculine lines that define him as a boy growing to be eighteen. His thoughts never fit with the body he is in, his attractions never fit his body. 2
Ice burg blue eyes stare into the glass, searcing the depths of himself. He is standing naked infront of the mirror and he feels awkward. The towel on the floor next to him explains the drips of water tracing their way down the lines of his muscles. He is somewhat pidgen-toed, his hands are smaller than his fathers. Curly blonde hair hangs to his shoulders, dripping wet.3
Who I am and what I feel do not fit this body, He thinks. 4
I hate the way they look at me. Those burning eyes tearing apart my soul.5
In the depths of his closet a box hides his most secret addictionl; the comfort of a womans clothing hidden in the dark corner of childhood, hidden from the world.6
For the first time in minutes, he now moves to his closet, fishing the box from the corner. It's old, and has signs of being opened and closed too many times. It isn't labeled, there is no words giving an idea of what recides in the box. If someone else found it, upon opening it, they would think that someone had misplaced it.7
He liked his secrets that way. A mystery, a game.8
Silk covered his legs, up to his hips. The panties were a light pink, off setting his skin tone perfectly. A satin slip is pulled over his head, hanging off of his shoulders in a deep emerald colour. 9
He stands now infront of the mirror and thinks.10
I should have been a woman, named Sasha. 11
In a womans clothing he feels comfortable, fitting. He feels now like he fits in his own skin.12
Author notes
(Female). This was based off of one of my very close friends, who is discriminated against by the way he thinks and feels. He is often bullied, and he is constantly hurt for the way he thinks.
A contest entry
- Ever Been Judged? by Taylor Renee.
425 points, ended April 17, 2008, 25 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow
I loved this. Based on a true story? Whoa. I love the description and everything with it. Good job.


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Wow. This was so incredibly...almost heartbreaking. To think about what people thought of him.
I absolutely love this. Completely.
You wrote it beautifully, but it's heartwrenching. I feel for him. I really do.
You're a true friend for sticking with him.
Great work. Thank you so much for writing this and sharing it, and I wish you the bets of luck in my contest.
xoxox
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Tay

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I like how personal and private this short narrative is, like giving the reader a glimpse of something that normally isn't shared.


language: 5.
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This is stunning. It feels so developed with so few words. There is a sentence that does confused me though. "For the first time in minutes..." Doesn't make sense to me this way. Is it to mean he does it very often, or has paused at the mirror?
Well done with this interesting subject matter though, and you've ended it nicely as well. -
beautiful ^^
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 4, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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Oh, wow. You see!! You did such a beautiful job that I felt this little tear start to form...all the words were so flowing and gracious, never cut by the harshness that usually cuts mine. They went together and ended together. His thoughts, his secrets...out in the light, but I didn't feel disgusted. I understand. Longing to be the opposite of what you are, feeling as if you don't belong the why you are. Oh, you blew me away with this!!! I told you that you could do it.


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