Plié
The softness of the ribboned tulle wrapped the lyrical, continuous movements of the body.
Croisé
A mirror reflected the carefully performed choreography, the arms extended with absolute grace.
Tour en l'air
A pair of pointe shoes were protagonists, the silkiness of its surface shining with each twist and jump.
Pirouette
In the bedroom, with the door locked, true freedom was at reach.
There, his manhood protruding from under the tutu didn't matter.
He had flushed the hormonal treatment down the toilet. Dancing was the only medicine he needed now.
As the frequent readers of my content must have noticed by now, I do enjoy giving unexpected endings to my stories.
Thank you, 
