His friends said he was too beautiful to be a woman; high feminine cheekbones, soft blushing skin, thin curved frame. Women were supposed to be beautiful, that was the whole point.
But his reputation preceded him. Word can fly when petty people whisper.
The man walked through the door, and he was struck by how pale he was. He could see where the reputation had come from, but he was a bit too pale, too platinum blonde. His appearance was stark, not beautiful.
He handed him a slip. He took at it and looked down on what the man had just handed him. ‘Inspection: 7 Sept. 2014’.
“You’re giving me this in person?” he asked the stranger.
“The school asked me to,” he explained. “Caused a stir last week, so I owed them.”
“What did you do?” he asked, curious.
“Indecent exposure. Which wasn’t really my fault, either, but…”
So that was it. The children had spoke about him not out of captivation, but out of scandal. Physical, too…
“What did they do to you?”
“Have you been up to the school? Have you seen the doors in the back?”
“I’m the Superintendent; of course I’ve seen them. Caught you there, huh?”
“I didn’t know they opened. The stalls were all taken. Some school play was going on, and half the grade was there changing too. I thought I could hide in the back room and change, but those doors don’t look. Some kid opened the door. It… was humiliating…”
“Sorry about that. Maybe I can bring it up in my inspection.”
“Thank you,” the man said gratefully.
“Can I get your name?” asked the Superintendent.
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