River
“Stella, are you sure about this?”
Stella smiles while sliding the diamond clip into the side of my hair.
Stella has worked really hard on my hair and makeup. She curled my long hair, clipping it up on one side while the rest tumbles down my back. Even helping me tuck, which was embarrassing, didn’t bother her! When I told her it wasn’t necessary, Stella just laughed, recalling she’d seen it all before with her gay friend who dresses in drag for fun. We’re basically sisters—sisters help one another.
How I wish, in moments like these, that I had female anatomy. Every way imaginable, I look like a woman except anatomically. Lately, my thoughts keep circling back to what it would mean to be a real woman—with a vagin.a, a womb, and all that goes with it. My identity doesn’t make me u
