He felt uneasy standing in front of the mirror
Completely naked, even though he was wearing a full outfit
He felt himself wobble in the stilettos
He had picked them up at a thrift store
He had pretended they were for his girlfriend
The skirt was tight and he felt fat
He wished they had pretty clothes in his size
He leaned in to the mirror
Five o'clock shadow still gristled across his chin
He shaved, he plucked until his face was baby smooth
He rubbed his hand across his cheek sensuously
It was almost like he was touching a stranger
He grabbed a tube of lipstick out of his pocket
He had stolen it from his sister
It was a nice shade of pink- lively and succulent
He spread it across his lips like butter
And sealed it all with a kiss
He grabbed the wig off of the bathroom floor
And he put it on so delicately
He didn't want to ruin the curls
He was all made up and ready for a night out
He looked like an Amazon woman... but not too bad looking
And, for once in his life, he felt comfortable
He felt right
As he walked out on the street all he could think was:
"Damn, it feels good to be a lady."
Blogging inspired by "I'm a Lady" by Santogold
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