Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The sound of heels clicking down the hall and the rustle of a silk petticoat was all it took for Jasmine to feel exposed. He didn't know why he felt so vulnerable, but something about the sound of women's shoes made her want to cover herself up.Maybe it was the fact that he was in a public place, and the women were strangers. Maybe it was the fact that he was wearing a dress exposed. He didn't know why he felt so vulnerable, but something about the sound of women's shoes made her want to cover his self’s up.He pulled it back up, and then tried another. The same thing happened with the second and third dresses he tried. It wasn't the fact that they" were women's shoes that made her feel exposed. It was the fact that he was trying on clothes in front of other people—strangers to —that made him feel that way.He kept trying to convince himself that it didn't matter, that these women didn't know what he looked like underneath, but he knew it did. This is ridiculous. I am a boy, and boys don’t wear dresses. My mother would never allow it. Why do I have to prove to these women clothes that I am a boy by wearing women’s clothes?Jasmine's hands were trembling as he pulled the last dress over her head. He looked in the mirror and frowned. The pink color of the dress looked good on her, but she could see herself in the reflection and realize that he looked like a girl.He had long, straight hair, and his eyes looked big in the mirror. What am I supposed to do? Pretend I am a girl and walk around in these clothes? That would make me a pervert, and I am not a pervert. I am a boy, and I like girls clothes.I want to be a girl, but I can't. It doesn't matter anyway. These women will never see me again after this day.