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^ The dress his mother bought him

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''Taylor, don't forget to shave your fucking face before you go out. Girls are not supposed to have facial hair.'' Tyler's mother shouted from downstairs, emphasizing the word ''fucking'' before finishing the sentence angrily.

Upsetting his mother was the least thing Tyler wanted to do right now, so he simply obeyed and replied polite without another word, like a good daughter would. ''Yes, mother.''

''Also try out the new dress I bought for you.  It's  the black one with a ribbon.''

He sighed heavily before obeying yet again, he did not want to upset his mother, after all. That wouldn't end well. ''Yes, mother. Thank you for the dress.'' He said, lying about the last part.

Stepping in front of the large mirror, Tyler tried on the dress. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he put on his daily makeup, composed of mascara, lipbalm and BB-Cream. The only part he merely liked was the BB-Cream. Atleast he had flawless skin with it.

Before completing his look once and for all, he put on the most important part.

His wig, with beautiful, long, chocolate-brown locks which covered half of his back.

He rushed down the stairs, not wanting to be late to school. In front of the door, he had problems deciding on which shoes to wear.

After about 5 minutes of searching through his shoe cabinet, he finally found the black high-heels he wanted to put on.

He left the house with his complete look, and with that, he was not Tyler anymore.

He was now Taylor.

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