Scrolling my eyes
through the book
I read about girls
in dresses, boys in slacks.
Little girls with bows
i their hair,
Young boys with
hair cropped short.

I feel my jeans
Flow out...
My t-shirt tightens
into a corset.
I glanced hesitantly
down,
Taking in,

My


New


Clothes

My hair was swept
to the side
In a tight braid
With a bow
Keeping the braid
In place

I flowed around
the dance floor,
that used to be
my living room....

I see my
true love gliding
towards me.
He takes my
hand in his

I finally understand
why fairy tales always
have happy endings.