The Magic of Unknowing

Chapter Seven

Slowly, the bristles gently comb through her hair. I keep brushing her hair. She's looking at me through the mirror, curiously. I smile at her and smooth out her hair to put a little bow in.

Leaning down, I look at her reflection.

"You're so beautiful," I say in her ear. She blushes lightly, poking the bow.

We stare at her, in the small simple dress I put her in. She has slight eye shadow and lipgloss. Her embarrassed smile makes me laugh.

I twirl her around in my arms, ever so gently. Her dress flows smoothly against her pale skin. I kiss her forehead.

"Has anyone ever told you that being a girl is wrong?" The random question lingers in the air for a bit.

"Uh.. Well some people tell me I should be a guy." I look down into her crystals, freezing me in time.

"No, I mean has anyone ever told you that wearing a dress or wearing makeup is wrong?"

"Only assholes have said that to me."

"..."

"..."

Her arms fall to her side as she blindly gazes out the window. I scratch the back of my head, feeling uncomfortable. The silence feels awkward as if everything has stopped. It feels forever until her pink lips move gently.

"I thought being a guy was wrong for me."

I stare at her distant eyes, still looking out at the rain. I try embracing her again, not knowing what to say but she slaps my arms away. I gaze back at her eyes as they well.

"I'm sorry." She hurriedly starts wiping off the makeup and ripping the dress off her body. "I have to go."

"Wait, where are you go-" slam. The door shuts behind her as she makes her way out of my house.

Putting my hands on my face I start sobbing. I can never say anything right. Not even to my best friend. I hate myself. I hate doing this. Why am I doing this?