‘And the fuck are you looking at?’ Alex shot the only other man on the train a venomous look.
Ever since spontaneously becoming a woman, he had to deal with all sorts of issues, and it was stressing him to a breaking point.
At first, Alex thought it was fun and games to wear revealing clothes whenever possible. He had gone shopping with his cousins, and they did not want him dressing ‘dumpy.’
He quickly realized this may have been a mistake for somebody still taking the train. His commute became uncomfortable with men harassing him, and even the ones who paid him no mind were stealing looks when they could. Others would press unnecessarily close to him, using their height to their advantage. He knew all their tricks and learned to distance himself.
Ignoring them wasn’t enough, though. After one occasion with a handsy individual, Alex swore he would never dress provocatively again. The worst part was he didn’t feel he was looking particularly attractive or immodest that day, but that didn’t stop the man.
He felt like a part of him had died. He had approached the change with curiosity but was left feeling crushed.
‘Fuckin bitch,’ the man spat on the floor near Alex as he walked by and took a seat at the other end of the train. Alex just stared at his phone for the rest of the ride to work. If the day went anything like it started, it was best to save his mental.
