transgender

Martin sat fidgeting in the waiting room, struggling to contain his anxiety. This was it! If this job interview didn’t work out, his visa would expire in three days and he would be on his way back to Germany. Back to his life of no job, no friends and no girlfriend…it literally was all or nothing. The potential job at hand was an IT programming position for the non-committally named ‘TicTechToe’. It sounded like some kind of games company but, to be honest, Martin would take anything.

yeah, hi Dad… …yeah it’s me, Tom, I’m on a pay phone… …yeah I know what time it is and I ‘m sorry but I had no other choice… …don’t worry I ‘m safe, I just need you to come and get me… …where am I?… …I’m in the next town over, I went with some friends, we wanted to check out a new club that had opened… …yeah

Ben stood on the frat house porch as the boy looked him up and down thoughtfully. He was busted for sure…if not. what the hell was this guy waiting for?! He tried to act relaxed but the towering heels made it next to impossible to adopt any pose that made him look remotely comfortable. It was a blistering hot day and Ben was aware of beads of sweat beginning to form at the nape of his neck and above his makeup caked face. He couldn’t decide which would be more disasterous: runny makeup or sweat stains on his tight red dress. To his left. his bestfriend. Sharon. stood confidently. beaming in her short white minidress…why was she so sure that they were going to let them into the frat party?