A visitor

When they were gone, I felt so alone and just plain sad. That was the feeling I had been running from this entire trip. I say for a moment and stared at the wall, then walked into the bedroom and dressed up in a clean outfit. Once my wig was in place, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my own reflection.

The sadness was gone. I was beautiful again, even if Diego no longer cared. His having me dress this way might have just been a means to reconnecting with his family, but I was glad he did. I liked how it made me feel.

There were still too many questions in my head I couldn't answer about who I was now, but this was certainly part of my life. No, I can't say I saw myself as a girl, although I made a pretty one, and I can't say I saw myself as either gay or straight. I knew there were probably terms for what I felt, but I didn't know them.

Those questions were starting to feel overwhelming when I heard someone knocking at the front door.

I sighed and went to see who it was.