The Man Who Baked a Cupcake (on hiatus for foreseeable future)

Raven curls bounced over the gold ring in 'her' ear as the 'woman' turned 'her' head.
Affectionate grey eyes glanced to the offending party before speaking, "Mother! I thought I told you to call me Lindiwe and not Zakhele ?!"
To the untrained ear, you wouldn't be able to pick up on the mirth hidden under 'her' annoyed tone. In fact, many wouldn't be able to hear the hint of suppressed masculinity under 'her' melodic and angelic 'female' tone.
Laughter filled the air; swiftly replacing any remaining tension.
My sincerest apologies, Lindiwe" her mother mocked playfully
"it's quite alright" replied 'Lindiwe', keeping up the charade.
A glance at the gold watch on 'her' wrist almost immediately dimmed the joyful atmosphere.
"Although I must hurry to the bakery - before I am late for the first rush!" 'she' quickly explained before running to the door. The only sounds after that were the sharp slap of the door being carelessly yanked shut and the rattling of the ancient washing machine that somehow, miraculously, still worked.
Zakhele - sorry, Lindiwe Londisizwe has a dark secret. 'she' is a he'. No, he is not transgender; although he might enjoy the cross dressing more than he would ever admit to anyone. He has to hide his gender to keep his job as head baker at sweet assassin bakery.
The reason? It is already a quiet bakery on the outskirts of the city, if people found out that a black male was making their treats? Well the bakery would be more of a ghost town than the Cemetry a few miles down the road.
Well why is this a problem? Why not get another job? Why resort to cross dressing and suppressing your gender? Zak has a large family as well as the highest paying job - without his job, they would be living out of a forgotten cardboard box on the side of the road begging for coins to finally have a meal.

What would happen if someone was to find out his secret?
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