True Lesbian - The First Day

Angela stands before the mirror, tracing her jawline with trembling fingers. She leans in, studying the lipstick mark on her glass. The voices won't shut up: Frank's voice cracking through the bathroom speaker like radio static, calling her a liar, a fraud, a cunt who couldn't spread for him right. She tugs a red dress over her hips, then strips it off. None of it feels like armor.