In a confusion of pink smoke, gliter and adrenaline, Stevie gathered up his Renaissance inspired dress and ran off the tiny stage with the crowd roaring and clapping behind him.
He sat down with a relieved sigh in his warm dressing room and closed his eyes. It was his last night performing before he was due for surgery. He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror between the brightly lit bulbs of the dressing table. Stevie was Stephanie every night after nine o clock.
He leaned in further and ran his fingers down his jawline. The masculine face, caked with cheap drugstore foundation, the inch long faux eyelashes, excessive gliter around the eyes, and bright red lipstick - now smudged - rendered him virtually unrecognizable from the boy that once used to play fotball and box professionally. There was no looking back now.
Tomorrow Steviw would morph into Stephanie forever and the eliminated appendate would take with it his past.
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