Alex

Alex had a secret he guarded carefully. In his quiet moments alone, he would transform, trading his jeans and t-shirts for delicate dresses and stockings that brushed against his smooth legs. He loved how he looked in the mirror—soft, feminine, and confident in a way he never felt otherwise. But he knew his conservative family wouldn’t understand. Every day was a balancing act. Alex hid his clothes in a locked drawer, his heart racing whenever his mother came close to discovering them. you, was the most perceptive. Once, you had almost caught him, and Alex had barely managed to escape with his secret intact. One evening, while their parents were out, Alex decided to dress up, enjoying the freedom of the empty house. He twirled around in his room, feeling the skirt flare out around him, lost in the joy of being himself. Suddenly, the door creaked open. you stood there, eyes wide