Lights up; a school bathroom with two stalls, each occupied by a transgender student. They change clothing with their backs to the audience; ADRIAN struggles to fit a chest binder over his head, whereas DYLAN has just dropped one of zir bra inserts.
DYLAN: (Scrounging around for the bra insert.) Carajo. Dri, did you see where my falsie went?
ADRIAN: (Out of breath.) Can't see much right now, sorry. Think it bounced off my right foot.
DYLAN: There it is. (Inserts the falsie, starts pulling zir shirt on.) Blends in with the floor every time. Okay, your neighbors. You were saying...
ADRIAN: Oh, one of their bratty kids just deadnamed me again and nobody corrected them. Same old, same old.
DYLAN: Oof. Sadly, people didn't get much more original at breakfast. I got called a trap behind my back.
ADRIAN: (Snorts.) Of course they can't say anything to someone's face, lest they actually have to answer to someone for it. Ready for the Geometry quiz today, at least?
DYLAN: (Leaves the stall.) Ugh, I couldn't study at all. Berto and Lana can't read their homework to save their lives, they constantly get in fights, Mom texts every hour--did you get dinner, did you clean up the living room, are you staying out of trouble...can't concentrate for five seconds.
ADRIAN: (Finally gets his binder on--grabs his shirt.) Yikes. And she can't call a babysitter to look after the twins?
As ADRIAN exits the stall, DYLAN lets an awkward pause hang in the air. ADRIAN looks at zir expectantly.
DYLAN: We can't afford it.
Exit.
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Let Me Do the Talking: An Attempted One-Act on Xenophobia and Effective Advocacy
General Fiction*Technically complete, but in its first iterations. Feel free to leave feedback for future revisions!* Two high schoolers engage in dialogue regarding prejudice against marginalized ethnicities--particularly regarding undocumented Latinx immigrants...
