Pelt
ShortStory 5,826 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Half-painted in the angled mirror, I ignore my mother’s calls and sweep blush onto my temples. The face of Luz Divinity takes shape beneath my brush. My mother tries again as I tug a wig onto my shaved head, the unit sleek and long, and again as I zip a vinyl bodice over my chest, false cleavage contoured on."
Quasar links out; the story lives on Strange Horizons, where the author gets the click.