I glance into the mirror to see my handiwork, and I feel silly. I’m the
clown in my own private hell. I close my eyes before I turn to walk
away. I glance at the full-length mirror and catch the middle-aged creep
staring back at me, looking like the laughing stock I feel at that
moment.
A really nicely written post (it's short), from Stefani documenting her change from boy to girl...but just for a few hours.
The transformation is from Stefani's blog, A Girl in Disguise.
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