If He Was She

The greyish traces of spiking facial hair disturbed me. Whatever I did, it wouldn’t entirely come off!!
“It looked really odd with this elegant saree and my lovely jewellery”, I sighed, twisting and turning my body facing the mirror.
“Ughh, even makeup doesn’t cover it”, I exclaimed.
I shifted my focus from my face to my well- carved body. I must say, I’m pretty appealing and couldn’t stop marvelling at that saree hugging my body embossing all my curves and dents.
“Stop gawking at yourself”, shouted Radha from the door. “Enough, everybody’s waiting downstairs. We need to go. The shops are all open”.
I turned around and scrutinized Radha’s face only to find darker and distinct greyish spots of bristle- like facial hair.
“What the hell are you looking at. Dhayabhai is fuming already. I’m going.”
With that Radha hurried downstairs and I followed her too dejected to stay and get further primed.
As I reached the main door, I could hear Dhayabhai shouting at the top of her voice at the others and so I quietly slipped in with all of them.
“Go sing and dance in every shop. Leave none. Don’t bother coming back without enough money.” The orders were clear and so we marched outside from the courtyard of our cramped shelter into the largely occupied streets of our town.
“The hijras are here!! Run! Run!!” The kids on the roads shouted. One among them tripped on another’s shoe and fell face down. He got up ashamed and continued running.
We laughed our hearts out as we went on to the shops nearby singing, dancing and begging for money!