“It’s Ladies Night”

“I don’t get it.” J. had a slightly queasy look. Kyle realized he had made a horrible horrible mistake.
“I… I… shit,” he couldn’t find words. J.’s expression hadn’t changed. Kyle swallowed a big breath.
J. was shaking her head. Slowly. It was all so much worse because of how slow she was moving and not speaking. As if she was incapable of speech. But then she spoke.
“Um, I’m sorry… I… I gave you the wrong impression.”
Kyle slowly pulled the wig from his head. His body temperature had shot up and he could feel his skin getting slick under the layers of makeup. He exhaled the air he had been holding and let his cells settle back into a more testosterone heavy stance.
“No, it’s cool. It’s obviously too soon.”
Now that Kyle was looking a bit more like her brother, J. felt the tension in her jaw relax. Tension or terror, it was hard to know which.
“I’m sorry, tonight’s just not the night.”

8 min @ Ideal Coffee, Ossington Ave. 4.23.13
inspiration source: heard on Foxley St., TO