A timely flash fiction entry for the latest Janet Reid contest.
Our mission: incorporate
in a 100-word short story. So I give you "Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes."
The persona, flamboyant. Total glam. Everything about her said, "Watch me!" As she stepped onto the red carpet, flimsy dress miraculously clinging to her curves, the tortured journey to this place seemed as far removed as the name she no longer owned.
Years ago, a thousand lifetimes ago, she stood tall on the world's biggest stage. The spotlight felt good. Warm. Then, obscurity came calling and pulled her -- kicking and screaming -- down its slippery gullet.
But she was back.
This is my night, she thought. Nothing could ruin it.
Until the question that was perched, vulture-like, on everyone's lips managed to take flight.
"Hey Caitlyn! Do you miss being a man?"