That Boy in a JK Uniform

Lin Xi has a secret.

At the very bottom of his closet, he keeps a JK uniform.

Late at night, he sneaks into it and stands before the mirror.

The person reflected there is who he wants to become.

On the first day of university, his roommate looked at his admission photo and said, “Who’s this girl? She’s pretty.”

He didn’t explain.

In his creative writing group, someone sneered, “Why do you write like a girl?”

He didn’t argue.

Chen Weiwei took him shopping at a women’s clothing store and put a skirt in his hands. “Try it on! I think it’ll look great on you.”

He went into the fitting room and didn’t come out.

From the underground darkness of night to streets bathed in sunlight.

From being afraid to meet anyone’s gaze to calmly sweeping windblown hair from his face.

From “Lin Xi” to “Lin Xi.”