Today, before I'd completely entered the farm house, I called to make sure my Mom wasn't home yet. She'd been spending a lot of her time hanging out in town lately..
But anyway.
I snuck my package inside the house with me. I knew Mom wasn't home but I walked quietly anyway, like any noise would call her home and she'd run through the door and catch me with black leather stiletto boots in my hands.
What explanation could I give her for that.
I'd shoved the boots on hurridly and practiced walking around in them for a while.
Maybe this is weird, but the boots felt like home.
Even if they hurt like hell.
I fell a few times, but after forty five minutes, I pretty much got the hang of them.
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The Diary Of A Troubled Trans*
RomanceIn loving memory of Leelah Alcorn. Shoutout to all the transgenders, whether mtf or ftm. You are all beautiful.
