Hello readers! I hope you enjoy this story. I'm kind of taking a risk with it, but I think that it's a subject that needs to be discussed. I intend on actually keeping updates at a consistent rate for this, so my readers won't be disappointed.
I had always been different. I didn't play with G.I. Joe or hot wheels. I hate pants and short hair. I played with Barbie and played dress up. I love dresses and long, flowing waves that fall past my shoulders. The fact that I knew I was different always hindered me. My childhood was spent hiding. Even now, the concept of what I've always wanted horrifies me in the worst way. I don't know how anybody will react. I'll certainly know soon enough. Today, I'm seeing a doctor about hormone therapy. This is my first step to saying goodbye to Logan.
I look out the window and sigh. It's raining out. That's never good news for hair. I walk to my bathroom and begin the morning regimen. Cleanse, modify, beautify. The water cools rapidly as I wash the suds of facial cleanser off into the depths of the sink. I pat dry my face, and look in the mirror as I begin. Cleanse. My reflection isn't me. I take the concealer and apply it to the dark circles of my eyes, and to the discoloration around my face. I then apply foundation and powder, being careful to blend properly. Modify. I open a small plastic palette that reads ' urban decay' and begin swirling a small, fluffy brush in the brown powder. I close my eyes as I pat the color onto my eyelids, blending it out to a natural contour that accentuates my eyes. I open a small tube of liquid eyeliner and slowly line the upper lash line in a heavy, vintage style. Mascara, and a nude lip stick. No gloss. I dab my ring finger into a pink palette, and gently pat to my cheeks. I look into the mirror. Beautify. My eyes float to the mirror to view the finished picture. This is me. I walk out of the bathroom and prepare an outfit for the day. A ruffly, white blouse with a jeweled rose brooch to the side, a flouncy, black skirt with a gold belt, and a pair of black flats with large bows at the toes. Within a few minutes, I'm fully dressed and almost ready. Today is an important day for two reasons. First, I start my new job at a high end retail store today, and secondly, it's Laura's first day of college as a woman. I walk toward my mirror one last time. I check to make sure everything is placed just so. You can't work for a company involved in fashion and look like a mess, can you? I smile as I lift a black wig from the stand on my dresser. I place it on, and adjust the hair so I don't look sloppy. It's beautiful. Blunt bangs cut straight and sharp that fall just barely below my eyebrows, and long, face framing layers that spiral into loose, casual waves as they fall . I grab my bag, and house key, and I'm out to a brand new start.