I walk into the shopping mall, hiding my face carefully in the shawl. I look around frantically- at that man sharing an ice cream cone with his toddler, the grandma immersed in her book at Crosswords, the lovey dovey couple posing for a selfie and the man leering at me. Shouldn’t I boil with anger looking at his lust filled eyes? Surprisingly I feel good, I feel desired.
I walk into the lingerie shop and a sales girl immediately springs into action “Maam do you want to try out latest edition of our lingerie set from Paris?”
I smile, no one knows, no one sees it. “Yes” I croon in my silky smooth voice as she escorts me to the changing room.
Alone now, I pull down the scarf and lay myself bare. As I undress a few scars from the operation are still visible on my body and my face feels a bit rough.
Life has taken a detour, all it took is an ounce of faith, to take that first step- being trapped in a man’s body for years I couldn’t handle it any longer. Now I am me, in a body where I truly belong. The scars will vanish and life will be good just as I always dreamt- all I needed was an ounce of faith.