Mail man doesn't ring twice

I looked through the peephole and saw a cute man in a brown uniform.

I checked myself in the hall mirror. I looked adorable in my school girl outfit. My brown hair was streaked with purple and long enough to be in a long pony tail. My light blue eye shadow offset my ruby red lips. I was barefoot. I was finally free to be who I truly was.

I unlocked the door and slowly opened it. I wanted the slow reveal. It was my first time to reveal myself to the world.

I stood there unashamed and asked softly, "May I help you?"

I didn't know what to expect. I grew up in a very macho, blue collar environment. Every boy was expected to play sports or be treated like an outcast. I hid my cross-dressing and sexual confusion from everyone in my family and people at school.

Now I had my own apartment. I was taking college classes at night and working a full-time job.

The delivery man casually looked at the package. He looked up and smiled, "A package for ..."

I squealed with delight and grabbed the small box. I signed my name and blew him a kiss. He winked back.

"You look lovely but I have to go back to work," he said nicely.

"Well, feel free to stop by my work sometime. I work at ....."