Looking at my naked self in the mirror, I sucked in my stomach and rolled my shoulders back, putting my hands on my hips. Then I looked at my hips. I swished them from side to side, trying to make them look smaller. I sighed and grabbed my clothes. Starting with the underwear, I looked at myself in the mirror again with just my black briefs on. Despite the hips and small "moobs," I looked a little more like a man. Then I pulled my binder over my head. I took a deep breath to make sure it fit right, and then moved my moobs around under it until my chest was as flat as it could be. I looked in the tall mirror on my door again. That was much better. My binder looked just like an undershirt or tank top so I as I dressed I was looking more and more like a "real man." Next came the shorts. I wore them low on my waist, but not low enough that my butt would show. Just like all the teenage boys were doing lately. It just kept getting better and better. I pulled a large grey graphic T-shirt out of my dresser drawer and looked it over. I decided against it when I found my tight pink polo. I pulled that over my head and put the graphic T back before crossing my room and looking at myself in the mirror again. I smiled at myself and struck a pose. I turned sideways and looked at myself profile. I pushed against my chest again to make sure it was as flat as it could get, and then grabbed my shoes and left my room.
DreamCreatureFeatured By OwnerAug 31, 2011Hobbyist General Artist
It's so simple and straight-forward, but I really like it. There's no specified emotion in it, it's all just written as facts and I think that adds to it because it lets the reader come to their own conclusion on how the narrator is feeling about his body.