The Cloak

The ad hadn't asked me to build a body. It had asked me to building a gender. And i knew with sudden, deep set clarity that no one would mistake me for either. I was everything and nothing at all. For the first time in my life, i looked like who i was. My hands started to shake. Joy trembled in my chest. The shirt flared out as i moved. Hit i couldn't remember the last time ih'd laughed like that.My foot had something soft on the floor. I glanced down at the scraps of left over fabric. I had enough left to make pants. Other people might not demand of me certain ganitalia. But