Unnecessary Changes

"What're you supposed to be, some sort of clown?"

That's all it took. One little statement, and he was caught.

He had been hiding his sister's dresses carefully, donning them only when he knew himself to be alone. This surprise visit from his older brother had really been a surprise.

He muttered from underneath the tissues that were wiping his face clear of stolen makeup, "It's only practice for a fancy dress party."

The lie stuck in his throat, the cracking of his words dismissed as the result of that daily fought enemy that was altering his true self: Testosterone.