Eli had a shoebox full of Polaroids under his bed. I found the box when I was looking for my missing cell phone charger. The box was overflowing with photos of Eli wearing women’s clothing. Some of the clothing was mine. I sat on the edge of his bed, looking into the box. When I first saw the photos, I laughed. I thought, how ridiculous. I then realized that most of the clothing he was wearing was mine, and I felt fleetingly angry that he had stolen it from me. My anger simmered when I noticed the contented expression on his face, and the way he had accessorized my blouse. The longer I looked
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Compelling, but will probably be wasted on this narrative.
