The sun settled beyond the lining of autumn leaves, and poor old Pablo grew anxious for our departure from the quiet prairie I found myself resting in. It was for my love of the poor old dog that I drew a conclusion to our simple outing. After I ensured there was no sign of my presence left behind, I allowed Pablo to lead our way back to the trail. It was a few hours hike back to my Great Uncle's house, so I was starting to curse my poor time management under my breath. My relationship with my uncle was already rocky, to say the least. I was sent to his care when my parents rejected my crossdressing habits and upon my arrival, I neglected my manners. He grew secluded after my offence and spoke to me very little. I've kept up with my chores, followed his rules, and done all that I could to make my presence as least intrusive as I can. Now here I was, bound to violate my curfew. I dread the day I discover his bad side.
I made my way to the trail head and headed to the restrooms, hoping that no one would see me change out of my outfit and into my masculine clothes. After my look about, I leashed Pablo to the fountain outside and went in. Only, I didn't make it in. The door was locked, and I tried the Men's bathroom, and it was locked too. I really didn't want to go into town yet dressed as I was. My Uncle informed the small town that I, a teenage boy of eighteen years, would be staying with him. If I were to be seen as my identity, it would bring the republican out of the conservatives. That was not an option! Yet, I had to do something, and I had to do it fast. I ducked into the graveyard and found a tall statue to change behind.
I quickly pulled down my skirt and removed my sweater and reached in to pull out what was supposed to be a pair of jeans and a Kiss T-shirt. What was in their place was my bathing suit and beach towel. I began to panic and cried for several minutes. I forgot to pack my change of clothes. I began to wipe away my tears when a light shone on my face. I screamed, and attempted to pull my clothes back on, only to trip and fall in a puddle of mud. When I wiped away the mud from my face and stood witnessed to my soiled sweater and skirt, I saw Pablo clean as ever holding his leash in his mouth.
"Ma'am, I didn't mean to scare you, but visiting hours are closed." Thank God, he didn't see me half-naked.
"Yep, sorry, I was just leaving," I apologized.
"Hey, aren't you that new kid in town? Rolo, your name was?"
Dammit, my cover is blown. Now the whole town will know of my femboy nature. "Yep, that's me."
"Let's get you out of this rain, here, I live just a few blocks away. I can get you some fresh clothes... masculine clothes," he offered.
"How did you know I was a--"
"You're not the first closeted rose I've encountered."
"There's more of us in this town?"
"You'd be surprised by the characters you come across. You don't get much transgender folx, however. Not since Raine, that is."
"Who's Raine?"
