The next week, he was half regretting his decision. He thought maybe it will help my confidence. They asked again at the next practice, and he shamefully agreed. The next week, he went to the bathroom to change. He opened the plastic bag, and put on the dress and horrendous wig. He walked back into the lobby of the building. People laughed. He was so humiliated. He stood there, awkwardly, showing more chest cleavage than he felt comfortable, and then realized how nasty any guy showing chest cleavage in a dress was. It was time. Show #1, the chicken barn. At least he could dance correctly, he thought to himself. They moved to the cow barn for show #2. He noticed two people he knew, gaping at what they saw. After the show was done, the people he moved came over to him. "Qupar, what are you doing?" So much for no one recognizing him. He felt so embarrassed. They still performed two more times. The last on a stage.
It was over, he could become male again. He was so glad it was done. It was by far the second most humiliating thing he had ever experienced. He changed back into real cloths, looking forward to ice cream. When he came out...there was none. He decided maybe being outgoing is not such a great idea.
I am sorry if this is bad or poorly written, but there have been untrue stories of this event floating around, and I just want to clarify.