Art of Transliness

This is something I wrote for English class. We were supposed to write another episode to the short story “Dressing up for the Carnival” by Carol Shields. I highly reccomend you read it. Enjoy.

He carefully slips the tight, elastic bandage around his chest and stares at himself in the mirror. A smile crawls onto his face as he turns to the side to see how flat his chest is with the binder on. He shoves his legs in some blue jeans and stretches a t-shirt over his head. As he walks out the door, his shoulders instantly straighten. His head is raised; ready for the day and every little thing that comes with it. He finally feels comfortable in his own body; the way he was supposed to feel from the moment he was born. His confidence shoots up like a missile and lands among the stars; where no one will judge him for who he really is. He feels the pressure of the binder against his bare skin and his heart thumps happily below it. He will go about his day like any other guy would; no one would question his sex; because he is a man.

Written by Chantal Plourde

Dedicated to Kelsie Roby, who is a very good  friend of mine.

kemwhatwefound:

What you said

“I’m transgender.”

What they heard