Jimmy cringed. This was getting crazier and crazier. Photos? That was not what he wanted, proof of his existence as a girl. But it was his mother's birthday and saying no, was not possible. Before he realized it, they all had dragged him along to the studio where a photographer was busy with the cover girl. There was a majestic wedding dress awaiting him.
..."Aunty Ellen, is this all really necessary? Isn't Christine exaggerating? I don't need so many photos of me, nobody does."
His mother had the time of her life, which was the intention, but the same couldn't be said about her son... or 'daughter'.
"MIss Kazinsky, is this girl your cousin? I should have known it. She looks a lot like you and she's almost as beautiful."
"You old charmer, you're right. She's beautiful and looks a lot like me. Which makes her perfect for a photo. Let's make some."
Moments later Jimmy was posing, in group, with two, alone. After half an hour he couldn't tell how many pictures were taken, but one was already one too many and he couldn't delete them. Only his mother could and she never would. Even Jimmy could see that she had a great day which calmed him down because that was the whole purpose of the day. So he finally accepted the fact that there were pictures of him in this world dressed as a woman. Luckily the black hair and glasses made him unrecognizable.