Queer Light of Truth

There was a strange glow coming from your closet since last week. At first the light wasn’t too strong. When you woke up in the morning it wasn’t on. So, you shrugged it off as just a figment of your imagination. That maybe you had been seeing things, or it had been part of your dreams. Though the next night you found yourself completely awake and the light had grown stronger.

Much stronger.

So much so that you were worried someone was in there. Waiting for you to come closer and to attack you. You decided that the best thing to do is to get someone. Anyone to come help you with it. Like help you get rid of it. Or at least, be able to figure out what the thing in your closet is. But each time that the closet was checked, there was nothing there. Each time you’d cry,’There was something there! I know there was a light there a moment ago!’

But none of them would believe one word of what you would say. And no matter how hard you try to show them. No matter what you did to record it. The thing wouldn’t show up for anyone you brought in. Despite every time that you tried to record it, it wouldn’t show up on your camera. Soon as you put it away, the thing will show up once more. With the thing showing up more you got creative. Deciding to just shove something to cover the bottom of the door. Taking the light bulb out of your closet as well. Yet that light would still show up despite everything you did.

It would shine at the top of the door when you covered the bottom. And there was no way to block it from the top. You also were freaked out when the light persisted despite no light source in the closet.

Soon you got worried about what this light was. That maybe it was all in your head and that you were seeing things. You put on a sleep mask and decide that it was for the best to ignore it. Pretend that you don’t see the strange light that emitted itself from your closet at night. Then other strange things started to happen. You noticed that the clothes that were in your closet were different. A whole lot more different than they had been last week. Last week you had two dresses, four skirts, and a pink jumpsuit in there. Now you have two pairs of cargo shorts, four pairs of jeans, and a weird tight tank top. It bound your chest to the point that you didn’t have breasts anymore. Well, you looked like you didn't. You would think this would be something that scared you.

Yet it didn’t.

Somehow you found the way you looked in the mirror better now. A whole lot better. This strange feeling in your gut went away when you stared at yourself. Despite how your hair was still long, you felt like you. Then you put more of your clothes into the closet. Watching as the light turned them into more masculine clothes. Your panties became boxers. Soon you looked more like a guy than you had before. Slowly you were starting to feel better than before.

That’s when others started noticing.

Even though you were feeling good in these clothes. Or the fact that you weren’t hurt by the light or the closet. They tore down the door to the closet. Take all the clothes that you wear to feel better from you. Tear them into little pieces before burning the pieces and putting you back in feminine clothes. Clothes that hadn’t felt comfortable in the slightest bit. Putting make-up on you that didn’t feel good to you. Nor did you like the way that you looked in the mirror anymore. Despite all of that they wouldn’t let you take the make-up off yourself.

Not until you went to bed that night at least. You were forced to wear a pink nightgown that had little roses on it. It had lace along the collar, sleeves, and hem. You lay on the pink bed as you stared at that empty closet. It was like it was taunting you with how empty it was. How desolate the thing became thanks to everyone else around you. Closing your eyes, you turned away from the closet. Deciding that you should just give up and go with this terrible thing they forced upon you. Yet you noticed there was a low light coming from behind you. It wasn’t just a light now. It felt like your skin was being caressed from someone else. Which immediately made you open your eyes as you sat up in bed. Push the blankets from yourself as you turn to the light. Eyes going wide as you stared into the closet that was wide open. Almost blinding you with its glorious light. Softly, a voice called,”Zachary? Zachary? Where are you?”

That wasn’t your name. You knew that your name wasn’t…what was your name again? It dawned on you that you couldn’t remember. And that you didn’t want to remember. And you slowly found that you didn’t want to. Zachary felt like it fit you. That it was the person that you were before you were robbed of…of everything. Getting to your feet, you walked to the open closet. Blinding light that took up the whole space of the doorway as you walked towards it.

“Zachary? Zachary? Dude? Like where are you?”,that voice called. They were so familiar to you somehow. Then you realized that it was someone that you knew. Going through the door, you saw that you were wearing the clothes that were destroyed. And your chest was flatter than before. That thing from before was there. When you ran your fingers through your hair, you noticed it was much shorter than before. It was like your life was a dream now. And maybe things won’t be as horrible as you led yourself to believe that they were going to be. With a small smile, you called,”I’m over here!”

“And I’m not going back!”