"Sweet dreams, your Highness".

I turn my back away from Claude and close my eyes, pretending that I am trying to fall asleep. The white full moon is shining through the window, creating a large spot of light in my bedroom (the rest of my room is dim). I hear him slowly walk out of my cold room. I then sit back up and crawl out of my big bed with pure white sheets. The dark muddy brown carpet seems scratchy on my feet. For a second I feel dizzy. I got up too fast. I wobble around for a few seconds then make my way to my large reddish brown closet.

I open the door and start to rummage through all of my clothing. Most of what I have is white shirts, darker colored pants, and several different colored bow ties. Along with that I have an array of different costumes (I tend to throw a lot of costume balls), one pair of black short-shorts, and a dark purple jacket (which is my favorite). That is just all the clothing items that Claude knows about.

I reach behind all of my clothes and touch a small knob in the back. I tug at it for a minute till it finally opens. Inside there are several dresses. My favorite is the purple one. It is a light purple dress that sparkles in the moonlight (glitter on the torso). It goes down to the tips of my toes. If I twirl, it dances around me so beautifully.

I take my white night gown off and put the dress on. I then make my way over to the big brown chest sitting next to my bed. I unlock it and open it. Staring back at me are these gorgeous silver closed-toe flats. I slide them on my feet at stand up.

I then pick up a box that was lying inside the chest and open it. Inside there is a long, wavy blonde wig. I gather up my short blonde hair and put it into a wig cap and put the wig on. I brush it, getting any tangles and loose strands out of it.

I walk over to my mirror. It is tall and thin, like me. For a minute I stand silently, not being able to look up at myself. As I bring my head up, tears begin to fall down my face. I look pale, though my cheeks are a rosy red. My chest is flat, so I decide to get some socks and stuff them were breasts are supposed to be. It feels itchy, but I look pretty decent. I actually look quite beautiful this way. The way the wig falls onto my shoulders, and the way the dress fits. I look gorgeous. I smile, trying to hide the pain that is my body. I start twirling around, trying not to be too loud. I imagine a beautiful orchestra playing in my grand ballroom. A handsome prince is dancing with me and commenting on how I am the most prettiest girl in the room. This goes on for a minute or two until I get dizzy and my legs are numb.

I take everything off and put it away, excited for the next night. The next adventure in my head.

Claude must never know, no one must ever know. For I am Lord Trancy, a guy, a male, a boy; all to to public eye. I am an important part to society, I am a role model.

But really, I am a girl, that is my secret.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

My eyes open slightly. "Claude?". I ask. I see before me a white plate filled with toast, eggs, and a couple slices of ham. Alongside it are some utensils and a hot, steaming cup of chamomile tea.

"Your Highness, you must stop staying up so late."

I nod my head, though I don't agree. I like staying up late. I am alone with just myself. I can think clearly. I can be myself without any fear of judgment or disappointment. I can be a girl. I am a girl.