The transgender prototype fiction

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Ash strolled back into the lounge and sighed loudly. She was still there… It wasn ‘t supposed to
be like this at all…it was supposed to be great, she was going to make him meals and tidy up
after him and stuff, not this… His mother was still sitting in the armchair with her legs curled up
to her chest, a sketchpad on her knees while she drew frantically. Since losing her job at the toy
company, it was all she did, worlu’ng on some ‘big new idea ‘ that would be her key back into
business. For Ash it was just a key to getting in the way. He couldn ‘t watch what wanted on TV,
couldn ‘t invite who he wanted around, couldn ‘t listen to the music he wanted or at the volume
he wanted…he couldn ‘t even walk around the house naked. His mother wouldn ‘t approve
basically, she still saw him as her sweet uncorrupted angel… To make things worse she kept
staring at him… Every now and again, she would look up from her work and just study him. like
he was a painting in a gallery or something…

You ‘re my inspiration, you lmow that?’ she looked up from her work as she always did, her
words falling on deaf ears as he continued to ignore her. ‘You are my guiding light and l lmow
this new project is going to sell because it’s from my heart… from my love for you!! ‘ Ash rolled his
eyes, it better sell, he couldn ‘t put up with much more of her at home. ‘Will you promise me
something?‘ He shrugged, barely listening. ‘When this is ready I’m going to need your help
pitching the prototype. Will you promise to do that for me?‘

Of course mom…anything… ‘ he shook his head almost adding that he ‘d do anything to get her
out of the house…anything to get his space back…

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There was an indoor plant at the very back of the conference room. Ash tried to focus on it, to
concentrate on its shape in attempt to block out the stares of the fifteen or so men and women
sitting around the long table seperating him from it. He was aware that he was clenching his
teeth and tilting his head to the side slightly with the effort it was talu’ng to block out the reality
of the humiliating situation he found himself in. Futile…it was all futile. with his mother
standing beside him pitching her idea to the occupants of the room. explaining in detail exactly
what materials the black and pink dress was made from. explaining why she had chosen this
particular shade of makeup for the doll, why the wig he was wearing was different to the other
products on the market, it was impossible to ignore any one of the pairs of eyes burning into
him. The box felt heavy in his hands given the awkward position he was being made to stand in,
his outfit itched and he couldn ‘t wait til this was over and he had fulfilled his promise.

l must say… ‘ the company director stood up and approached his mom. ‘… your design really is
quite exquisite, it would be foolish of us not to consider adding it to our range of products. There
is one condition though, we really must use this model in our marketing campaign…her likeness
to the doll is simply fascinating…she ‘5 perfect!‘ Ash wasn ‘t sure if he was trembling with anger
or horror as she watched him shake hands firmly with his mother.

 

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