His day dress was simple, deep blue, and felt light on his body in contrast to the usual bodices and constricting clothes he ordinarily wore. It made the clothing slightly less suffocating, slightly easier to ignore. But it also meant he felt the movement of his chest as he walked, which was excruciatingly difficult to overlook. How much simpler and more comfortable it would be, he thought, if my chest had remained flat. It was a reality that he could, unfortunately, do little about, but that didn’t stop the yearning for his body to change.
