Cynosure
Copyright Transfemme 2000, 2002. Permission granted for internet publication and private reproduction. CYNOSURE 1 Tessa unbuttoned her cotton blouse, her face flushed with a heady cocktail of embarrassment and excitement. The dressing room was literally bustling with movement. Neon-lipped models stepped gracefully through clouds of make-up and perfume, assistants rushed costumes from rack to shoulder, while the floor manager waded through the chaos barking orders like a...