Circa 1995
Alex removed the cucumber slices from her eyes and stepped out of the bathtub. She brought one slice to her lips but quickly pulled it away when she reminded herself what tomorrow was.
The most important day of my life. I can't ruin it.
She took out her scrunchy and shook loose her wild brittle hair. It would have to do for now. She couldn't afford the expensive treatments she longed for because she had been saving every penny for the big day. She had recently started taking pills to make her hair more lustrous, but it would take time.
That's alright. I'm patient. I've been waiting my whole life for tomorrow, what's a little more time for nice hair?
She still wanted to look her best for the occasion. Simon always told her she was beautiful no matter what she looked like at the moment, and Alex couldn't believe how lucky she was. She sighed and gazed over at his sleeping figure in the bed they shared. She wanted so badly to ravage that spindly, feminine body of his but knew they both needed rest. She considered his countless freckles and shuddered with delight. It would be difficult to control herself tonight, but the wait would be worth it.
She still remembered the first time she laid eyes on those thick nipples when they met at Parsons the New School for Design. Alex was studying illustration, and Simon was a fashion major. It was love at first sight, and Alex has adored every part of him ever since, from hemorrhoids to ginger, kinky nipple hairs.
They would start their new life the very next day. There was only one obstacle left before their happily-ever-after.
Well, technically three.
It made no difference. As of tomorrow, Alexis McCord would be an honest-to-God woman, and Alexander McCord would no longer exist.
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