The bedroom, like everything else, was gorgeous. I walked into the bathroom and it, too, was beautiful. For the first time in my life, I had to sit down to pee. When I finished, the toilet flushed noiselessly. I washed my hands and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was the picture of femininity from the maid's cap at the top of my wig to my makeup, costume, nails, stockings and high heels. To see me, you would never have guessed I was or had ever been a boy.
I walked back out to the bedroom and shut the TV off. I picked up a fashion magazine from the vanity table and sat in one of the plush chairs. Thumbing through it, I saw that I was just as pretty as any of the girls. I closed my eyes and wondered what their lives were like, spending their days getting their hair done, being made up and dressed in beautiful clothes. Posing with their matched accessories, perfectly balance in their shoes that had heels even higher than mine.