Born with androgynous good looks and a dimpled smile, Daniel never had problems getting whatever he wanted. It was easy. With a quick smile, he found mother would simply give in as she watched him lick the homemade frosting from the cake-mixing bowl. Both his sisters delighted when Daniel let them dress him up as they all dreamed of becoming famous runway models one day. At first, Daniel felt ashamed, as he secretly loved the transformation reflected back to him in the playroom mirror. The feminine undergarments, sequined and frilly dresses, high heels and hair up-dos along with fancy eye make-up. This was heaven, thought Daniel. However, time manages to change childish play for mature things as his sisters began to develop interests in boyfriends and social media activities. Daniel? No. Time generously gave him pressure, confusion and alienation.
He stands in front of the mirror, fully dressed. “I am a masterpiece of God, a beautiful woman,” whispered Daniel, a tear dropping down at the crossroad of his life. “I must overcome my shame and face my reality; I was born to be a woman and not a man.”
The phone rings interrupting Daniel’s bitter reflection.
“Hello, this is Daniel. Oh, sweet Jesus, you want to see my modeling portfolio?”
transforms felicitous gift
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