That Cowboy in the Window
A quirky queer ritual that leads to an amazing self-discovery.
This is the unusual gender-bending story of Paige living as a woman by night and a harmless effeminate man named Paul by day. Though her best friend knows the truth about her, no one else does, especially not the handsome young straight guy in the cowboy hat who lives in the apartment across the alley. More
Before Paige found a really good set of fake boobs, people assumed she was just another flat-chested, lanky woman with a nice smile. There were no obvious telltale signs. Even her hands had a small, delicate appeal most real women would have killed for.
She kept her hair long and blonde and parted dead center. It fell perfectly straight and stopped at the middle of her back. Her small frame never gave her away. Although average in height, some would have considered her slightly tall for a girl. She practically lived on lettuce and carrots to maintain a small waist. But she compensated for this one minor drawback in height with small features, large blue eyes with long, natural lashes, and a perfect button nose. She'd never needed hormones or surgical procedures to cross-dress and pass as a real woman, just lipstick and earrings and a cute, short dress did wonders.
As a child, strangers would say, "Isn't she a pretty, little girl? Such long, silky eyelashes and glorious, high cheekbones, and the sweetest smile I'd ever seen." When corrected by her frowning father, they would gasp and assume apologetic expressions with their palms pressed to their open mouths. You couldn't blame them, they would say. It wasn't their fault she was such a pretty, little boy.
If nothing else, she deserved credit for one thing: she knew she looked like a little girl, and she liked it when they thought she was a pretty one. Most little boys would have cringed and either slipped into a shell of embarrassment or a defensive rage. But not Paige…or Paul as she was called back then. Sometimes, if her father weren't around when they thought she was a girl, she'd even dip, curtsy, and thank them.
Once, when her father caught her smiling too much at a handsome, young waiter in a restaurant, he took her to a barbershop the next day and had all her blond baby curls cut off. It wasn't the waiter's fault. He just smiled back and said, "What a cute little girl. She's gonna break a lot of hearts someday." It wasn't really her fault either. The waiter was cute, and she would have loved to sit on his lap and stare at his beautiful lips. She was only about five years old and too young to realize there was something wrong with this.