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squeezed her eyes shut tightly and put a hand to her heart. She slowly caught her breath. Jamie was a neighbor. Actually she lived above Kyra. And she was the closest person Kyra had in her life since she became estranged from her parents. And Jamie was one of a kind. She was a pre-op transsexual who lived her life totally as a woman. She’d have the surgery soon, once she saved enough money. On the weekends, and mostly when they were both free they’d spend time together designing shoes. Jamie brought a sense of flare to her designs that she loved.
    “Well, now that you caught your breath, sweet baby, take a look for yourself.” Jamie said. “Go on. Check it out.”
    Kyra pushed up from the wall. She stepped to the mirror on the back of Jamie’s closed closet door. There she took a long look at herself. She had her mother’s skin tone, a rich dark brown that always looked best in bright colors. And the jade green evening dress with the low cut bodice and tight waistline shimmered with vibrancy over her curves. Her hair was piled up on her head in a purposeful tangle of curls like the exotic curl-fro of a Nubian princess. She liked the way her neckline was exposed. “Should I pin my hair up in the back and straighten out some of my curls to the front? Give it a more sophisticated look?” she gathered some of her hair up and turned her head from left to right in consideration.
    “I like the afro-chic thing you got going. It’s all you, Kyra. Plus it gives that dress flavuh, honey.” Jamie whistled.
    Kyra nodded. She smoothed down the front of the dress. “It’s beautiful. But you know, I think the hem could be a bit higher. This is the 90’s. The more thigh you show the better,” Kyra said.
    “Then let’s fix that.” Jamie sashayed over to her sewing table.
    “No! We can’t. It’s not my dress,” Kyra said.
    “Honey, please. You wearing it tonight, and tonight it’s yours. Besides I know what I’m doing.” Jamie reminded her. “Tomorrow you bring me the dress and I can take the hemline back down and press the silk out better than a dry cleaners before you take it back.”
    “Really? I want to help. I still haven’t learned your technique.” Kyra smoothed out her dress.
    “No worries, baby doll.” Jamie said and stepped to the window. She stared down at someone below. Jamie was always in her window. And during the summer it was always open. If she didn’t live on the fifth floor she’d be the lady who watched the neighborhood like that one on that television show 227. But Jamie wasn’t that old. As a young black boy she grew up in rural Alabama in a family of thirteen boys. Jamie said her mother always wanted a girl and used to dress her up for fun. It was how she learned to sew and gained her sense of style. Her mother died when Jamie was nine and life was hard. Her brothers didn’t understand her so at fourteen she ran away and never looked back. Jamie would tell Kyra stories of what she had to do to survive on the streets and they were scary heart wrenching tales. Now Jamie was in her early thirties, and even without makeup she was flawless. She had a petite slender frame, and real breasts that an ex-lover bought for her. Men often mistook Jamie for a woman. When she lounged around the flat she wore kimonos with long red fingernails and painted toes. And she had so many wigs Kyra never knew what she’d wear on any given day. Today she was a brunette with blonde streaks mixed in her long waterfall curls tied down by a matching black satin scarf on the top of her head like a pirate. Kyra loved her style.
    “What the hell is he doing?” Jamie asked.
    “Something wrong?” Kyra asked, as she turned sideways and admired her figure. When Jamie didn’t answer she looked back to see her peeking out the curtain. “What is it?”
    “Your white-boy Urkel girl. He’s at the door!” Jamie looked back at her. “I thought you said you two broke up?”
    “We did.” Kyra walked over to the