Looking Great

Tracy stood in front of his closet feeling conflicted. The resort had provided him with more than enough clothes. His problem wasn't that the clothes didn't fit; each item looked perfectly sized for his slender frame. It wasn't even that half the clothes were obviously women's clothes, although he was certainly confused as to why they had provided those to him. Tracy's conflict was that he couldn't make himself wear what he wanted to wear. Or at least what he thought he wanted to wear.

It was the pants that started it all. Once Tracy made it back to his hotel room, the first thing he did was kick off the pink high-heeled shoes and strip the pink dress from his body. His legs felt great as soon as they touched the floor flat-footed, and he tossed the shoes unceremoniously into the corner of the room He had wanted to toss the dress as well, but once it was off Tracy paused, feeling the fabric in his hands. Something about that dress, how it had made him look, how it had made him feel. The woman he had spoken to at the show was right, he had to admit it, the dress had made him look great. And feel great. He'd never been one for attention in the past, but Tracy felt that it was time he changed how he thought about himself. He was deserving of other people's attention. That woman paying him the compliment? In retrospect, it felt right.

Turning to the mirror, Tracy dropped his dress in shock. For the first time he realized that instead of a medical wrap around his chest, he was wearing a bra. The woman at the medical centre must have been confused and dressed him in it! Reaching behind him, he immediately unfastened it and let it fall to the floor with the dress. His chest was still sensitive, and now looked a little puffy. Luckily, he still had plenty of the aloe cream he had been given earlier, and slathered it on generously.

Then he moved to the closet to pick some more appropriate clothes. And that's when things got weird.

Tracy's hand reached out and pulled a pair of khaki pants out of the closet, removed them from the hanger, then held them to his body. He frowned. There was nothing wrong with the pants. They were perfectly respectable pants. They were the kind of pants he would have normally worn.

They were also totally wrong.

Tracy couldn't pinpoint what was wrong about them, it was a feeling. When he imagined himself in them, he felt unhappy, deeply unhappy. Tracy knew that his legs were made for skirts, that he looked great in dresses, but that didn't mean he wouldn't look great in pants, did it? The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was true. And if Tracy didn't look great, he wouldn't get the kind of attention he deserved. He would go back to being a nobody, invisible.

"Damnit!" he swore, trying to convince himself to wear the pants, but he knew it wouldn't work. Tracy just wasn't a 'pants-wearing-guy'. With a deep sigh, he returned the pants to their hanger and put them in the closet. Then, resigned to his fate, yet somewhat excited at looking great, he took a step to the left and explored the more feminine side of the selection. He knew what he needed. Tracy needed something to show off his legs. After all, they were made for skirts.