Chapter 40: Donald Duck

That night after I got back home and took a bath, I lay on my bed in my robe.

With my fingers, I brush my short hair to the back, appreciating how refreshening and comfortable my head feels when I don’t have to wear a wig.

I am finally alone in my own bed, a place where I can finally relax without needing to be nervous all the time over my true gender being found out.

I hug my soft pillow in my arms and rest my chin on it, and that is when the color of the white sheet reminds me of the white hair sticking on Jamie’s clothes.

Victor’s words flash across my mind.

“Create a fake Facebook account, connect with him, and you find out more