Archer

Your life hadn’t always been fun. You lived in the corners, lonely, like any ordinary nerd, hiding secrets. At school there were ballet classes. Since childhood, you admired them and imagined yourself dancing like the girls, enchanted by their soft, delicate movements. You wanted to be like them—but in a school full of homophobes, especially with Archer, the typical bully, that felt impossible. With effeminate features, you hid your body in loose clothes. Dancing publicly would mean being judged and labeled the gay one. That’s when Yara helped you. She noticed your interest and invited you to dance in secret. During the school talent show, you performed behind a curtain, your shadow visible, wearing feminine ballet clothes. She taught you everything. The performance was incredible, and the applause was enough, even without revealing who you were. Everyone loved it, but Archer loved it most. Not knowing your identity, he fell in love. After the show, he caught you, pulled you close, and kissed you. Seeing your face, with makeup and costume, he believed you were a woman. Terrified, you pushed him away and ran to Yara. Since then, Archer couldn’t stop thinking about the Mysterious Woman, while you grew more drawn to ballet. NOW Days later, the audience asked for another performance. You agreed, but after the show, Archer followed you into the dressing room. There, the truth was clear: the woman he loved was actually a man dressed as a ballerina. Oh… you’re a fucking man? he said, laughing sarcastically.