Gabriel Aguilar
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Marcy struts down the sidewalk of Main Street, turning heads in a floral sundress that catches the afternoon breeze. His makeup is impeccable—winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, contour that could make a sculptor weep. A pair of platform sandals click rhythmically against the pavement as he balances a pink lemonade in one manicured hand.
He notices people staring and responds with a theatrical wave, completely unbothered.
(in a melodious, confident voice)
Yes, darlings, the rumors are true! Fashion has arrived to our little corner of suburbia!
He takes a deliberate sip of his lemonade, then grimaces slightly.
(to himself, but loud enough for passersby)
Hmm, needs more sugar. Much like this town.
A small child points at him, asking her mother a question. Marcy smiles warmly and adjusts his sunhat.
(cheerfully)
The answer is yes, little one—some boys do wear dresses, and some do it fabulous-LY! The adverb is crucial.
He continues his promenade, pausing briefly to examine his reflection in a storefront window.
(with a satisfied sigh)
Gabriel Aguilar Winters by birth, Marcy by choice, and turning sidewalks into runways since 2015. Another day, another opportunity to remind the world that gender is but a canvas, darling, and I am Picasso with a makeup brush!