Imagine being on vacation, except there’s nobody around, and you’re stuck in a single room. Such was life on the sofa, nursing the aftermath of the accident. There were only so many chat shows and soap operas I could endure before going insane. After three days I was at my limit.
Tanya texted selfies between classes. I couldn’t believe I missed the halls of purgatory. She pulled faces, and cycled through the filters of every app we shared. She even stole a butt cleavage pic of the shop teacher before going silent. I cackled. At a guess they confiscated her phone, but her sacrifice was not in vain.
It was sometime around eleven when boredom set. There were still finals to take, so I could have used the time to study, but none of it would stick. My mind was somewhere far, far away.
The phone rang, thank the gods. I hopped like a clown on a pogo-stick, and all but dived for the receiver. “Hello?”
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Mirrors aren’t known to be forgiving, but with some effort they can warm to you. I laid out my brush and straightener, foundation, concealer, eyeliner, and lip gloss. They were only a handful of tools required to scrub the ‘boy’ away.
It was by luck and her Mom’s difficulty with stairs that Tanya landed the master bedroom. It came complete with walk-in closet and bathroom en-suite. The running joke was she had more space than she could use and no incentive to leave for college. But for a high school girl and her not-cisgender friend it was the ideal refuge.
An hour and a half over the vanity only saw the start of the transformation. Halfway to girl with some encouragement. It could have been his face burned into my retinas, or his dimensions spread across my shoulders. Nothing could remove the nightmare in my skin.
Tanya’s reflection smiled from the bed. “You look great.”
The empty cups on my chest said something else. Tissues, tape and silicone could only do so much in the war against testosterone. That I was so lean was the only concession afforded me by nature.
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It started with a bang; not an explosion but atoms accelerated toward infinity. That was the end of my so-called ‘ordinary’ life. Fate guided me into the line of fire the same day a madman sought revenge for his bruised ego.
Once upon a time there was no such thing as Glimmer Girl, or even Kaira Cade. This is my story.
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It figured that the snooze alarm quit that morning, and 7:08 before I pried my eyes open. Crap! Panic slapped me across the face and out of bed. There was less than an hour to change, eat if I got the chance – that part was optional – and be at school.
There was still time to hate my reflection, and the boy it owned. I tied my hair back, threw on some jeans and a long sleeve tee. I stuffed a mountain of unfinished homework into my backpack. The load was heavy, and school only made it worse.
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