Masterpieces {Book 2}

A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

Credit; DangerousReality

Summary:

He had the feeling that something was off about him. Like he wasn't in his own skin, he wasn't himself.

Or, transgender!Luke.

Enjoy :))

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Ever since he was younger, he had the feeling that something was off about him. Like he wasn't in his own skin, he wasn't himself.

Growing up with two brothers and a father was absolute hell. The older three wanting Luke to live in their footsteps, playing football, hitting on girls, and just being the man he wasn't worked out to be. He didn't have the heart to tell them that he didn't want this. He didn't want to just be a man about things. He wanted to be himself.

On the day of his 16th birthday, he had finally decided on who he was as a person. Who he wanted to be and what he wanted to become within the next years. He wanted to be pretty. He wanted to be loved by someone with broad shoulders and firm hands and sharp jawline. He wanted to be himself, someone who could wear what he wanted without being judged for it.

3 months into being 16, he made his first purchase into being a new person. A pair of red lace lingerie and, a few cosmetic items (lipstick, fake eyelashes, a light shade of powder foundation). When he went to check out, the girl at the counter smiled at him.

"Fun night with a lucky lady?" She scanned the cosmetics, slipping them neatly one by one into a plastic, yellow bag. He blushed, not knowing how to answer that.

He cleared his throat. "Ju-just myself really." He answered in a low tone, afraid of a possibility of judgement from the older girl. He secretly hope that she hadn't heard him and changed the topic to something easier and less awkward for him. Like, the weather recently or- or sports- which he knew nothimg about, but he would try.

She looked up at him, with a glint of something in her eyes. It was silent for a moment, just the sound of the scanner going off every now and then and her pressing buttons into the machine.

"You know thats ok, right?" The sudden soft-sounding tone of her voice scared him. "It's ok to be different in today's world. This judgement crap world definitely needs difference from the plain boy-meets-girl stereotype."

Luke remained silent, just taking in what she said as he took out his wallet.

"Oh and your total is $29.53."

He gave the money to her, and took the bag from her hands, muttering a silent "thank you" as he left the building.

When he got home he ran upstairs, shouting a greeting to his parents before going into his room and locking his door. He sat on his bed and emptied all the contents out of his bag and grabbed the eyeliner he stole from his mother, heart beating rapidly as he examined all the items. Lingerie. Makeup. Lingerie and makeup. Makeup and lingerie. (It's going to take a while to get used to this.)

He quickly stripped himself down and got into the shower, grabbing the razor he normally used to shave his face. He used it instead to shave his legs. Smooth, soft legs. Every girl he knows has them, and so to be a girl, he needs them too. During the procress, he knicked himself twice. "Beauty is pain. Pain is beauty." He mutters to himself, like a mantra as he winced from the slight burning pain.

He got out and literally wiped himself down, barely drying himself. Too much in a hurry to finally be able to feel pretty about himself. As he put on the laced fabric and applied the dark red lipstick and eyelash extensions on, he began to feel as a whole. He began to feel normal for once, like he was being the right person for once in his life. He wasn't doing anything wrong.