She finally loved herself for who he really was.
They were intimates together in that body that bled no more, was growing hair where it always belonged. His doctors promised her that surgery was feasible once the hormones adjusted.
He told her it was time to cut their hair and call their folks in Natchez.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words- For the G-Man,
and also
for The Mag: Mag 110 that inspired with the above photo prompt (image: Duane Michals).
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