Oftentimes, Pleakley would find himself looking in a mirror, and hating what he saw. It wasn't necessarily that he was ugly (for a rather odd looking alien, that is); it was more the fact that there just seemed something wrong about how he looked — how he was.
He was different. He knew that for a fact. His family had always told him as such...though they hardly seemed to realize the full extent to which he felt.
It wasn't until Earth, when he took off his uniform and put on women's clothes that he felt right. And that, in itself, was wrong.
He knew his family would react bad once they saw him. He knew they would look down at him, their eyes judging.
But for that time, that short blissful time he became part of a different family...he felt accepted. They liked him how he was, and didn't want him to change. No matter what.
He didn't really want to leave them. So he didn't.
Because when he was with them, they loved him for him. All of him.
Even the pretty parts.
A/N I kind of really wanted to do a short story about Pleakley's preference to wear women's clothing, and his being accepted. Which I found was remarkably sweet.
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