Man: Late 20’s or early 30’s, slender and clean shaven.

Woman: Female, Late 20’s or early 30’s, she is attractive.

Denial: Female, Late 20’s or early 30’s.

Anger: Female, Late 20’s or early 30’s.

Bargaining: Female, Late 20’s or early 30’s.

Depression: Female, Late 20’s or early 30’s.

Acceptance: Female, Late 20’s or early 30’s.

INT. LIVING ROOM

The curtain goes up on a living room scene.  There is a sofa and coffee table.  There is an armchair adjacent to the sofa on the left with an end table beside it. On the coffee table is a newspaper laying in sections.  There is a floor lamp between the sofa and armchair.  WOMAN is sitting on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her. She is wearing a gray sweater, jeans, and canvas style tennis shoes.  She has a journal propped against one arm and she is writing.  MAN enters from stage right. He is wearing women’s jeans and a woman’s style tee shirt, but both should be discreetly feminine.  He selects a section of newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places  his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  DENIAL enters from stage left.  She is wearing a grey sweater, jeans, and canvas style tennis shoes.  As DENIAL begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

DENIAL

(To the audience)

I had the strangest conversation with my husband last night.  He told me he sometimes likes to wear women’s underwear in the bedroom.  A fetish, I think that’s what he called it.  He assured me it wasn’t an all the time thing.  That’s OK, isn’t it?  I mean, there’s more than one way to butter your cracker, and I’m a pretty open minded person.  It’s not exactly something I would ever suggest doing, but if that’s what crunches his Fritos, who am I to judge?  He wore a teddy while we had sex.  He seemed to really get into it, and he made sure I completed the transaction so I didn’t have much to complain about.  Honestly, it didn’t do much for me one way or the other.  If I had to choose, I’d rather not do that anymore, but he told me it won’t be every time.  As long as it’s not EVERY (emphasis on every) time, I can handle this. 

I’m pretty sure I can handle this.  I think I can handle this.

DENIAL exits stage left.

INT. LIVING ROOM

WOMAN remains on the sofa.  She takes off the grey sweater revealing a red tank top. She continues to write in her journal.  MAN enters from stage right. He is wearing women’s jeans and a woman’s style tee shirt, but both should be discreetly feminine.  He selects a section of newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places  his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  ANGER enters from stage left.  She is wearing a red tank top, jeans, and canvas tennis shoes.  As ANGER begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

ANGER

What the fuck is this shit? This was supposed to be a once in a while thing, a while we’re fucking thing.  Last night, while we were at the mall, I saw this cute top I was about to buy when he tells me, “Oh, that’s cute. I should get one.”  You should get one? YOU SHOULD GET ONE?! Now he owns more fucking women’s clothes than I do.  I can’t even hug him without feeling his bra strap. A FUCKING BRA STRAP! What’s he gonna do next, shove my douche bottle up his ass so he can smell like Summer’s Eve too?  (uses mimicy tone) “It won’t be all the time” he tells me.  “It’ll only be once in a while” he tells me.  I’ve heard that happy bullshit before and see how well THAT turned out?  And if he’s going to be the woman, where does that leave me?  I don’t want to walk around with a dildo shoved in my pants.  I’M NOT A FUCKING MAN!  And apparently I’m not fucking one either, so where does that leave me?  This isn’t fair.  I didn’t ask for any of this, and I don’t deserve this. 

ANGER exits stage left.

INT. LIVING ROOM

Woman remains on the sofa. She reaches underneath the sofa and pulls on a yellow sweater.  She continues to write in her journal.  MAN enters from stage right.  The style of his clothing is more obviously female, but not a dress or skirt. He is carrying a brown shopping bag, which he places on the couch near WOMAN.  He selects a section of newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  BARGAINING enters from stage left.  She is wearing a yellow sweater, jeans, and white canvas tennis shoes.  As BARGAINING begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

BARGAINING

I did this.  Somehow, I did this.  Maybe I didn’t pay him enough attention.  Or compliment him enough.  I promise I’ll do better.  I’ll compliment him, appreciate him.  I’ll do whatever it takes, for as long as it takes if I can just have my husband back again.  If I brought this on, then I can fix it.  I WILL fix it...somehow.

BARGAINING exits stage left.

INT. LIVING ROOM

WOMAN remains on the sofa.  She removes the yellow sweater, pulls out a light weight black hooded jacket from the brown shopping bag and zips it to cover the tank top.  She continues to write in her journal.  MAN enters from stage right.  He is wearing a dress, high heeled shoes, feminine stage makeup, and a wig.  He is not wearing false breasts.  He is carrying a white blanket, which he places on the back of the couch.  He selects a section of the newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  DEPRESSION enters from stage left.  She is wearing a light weight black hooded jacket, jeans, and canvas tennis shoes.  As DEPRESSION begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

DEPRESSION

I’m so tired.  I’ve done everything I could think of to do, said everything I could possibly say.  It didn’t work.  Nothing worked.  He told me he’s not really a man, that he never really was.  I don’t know what to do anymore.  (starts to cry) You want me to cry uncle, fine. Uncle. UNCLE!  I give up.  I just can’t try anymore.  I feel so alone. Trapped.  Scared.  I don’t know what to do, who I can talk to.  Sleep.  I can’t think anymore.  I need sleep.

DEPRESSION pulls the black hood over her head as she exits stage left

INT. LIVING ROOM

WOMAN remains on the sofa.  She removes the black jacket and wraps herself in the white blanket.  She continues to journal.  MAN enters from stage right.  He is wearing women’s clothing that accentuates the false breasts he is wearing, women’s shoes, and wig.  His stage makeup should be feminine.  He sits in the armchair and sadly watches WOMAN writing.  ACCEPTANCE enters from stage left.  She is wrapped in a white blanket.  Man remains seated as ACCEPTANCE begins to speak.

ACCEPTANCE

There’s no turning back now.  The doctor said he was ready for Hormone Replacement therapy.  She.  She was ready.  I’m not sure how long it will take for me to get used to saying that.  Maybe I’ll never get used to it.  But it’s OK to be awkward and unsure how to do this.  They don’t exactly issue you a manual.  Or maybe they did and it was in Korean.  I probably mistook it for a VCR programming manual and threw it out.  I don’t know how this is going to end up.  I don’t know this new person, that isn’t really a new person but is a new person.  The man I thought I knew and that I loved isn’t here anymore.  Maybe he never was and I refused to see it.  Maybe I can love this new person.  Maybe I can’t.  I can’t change what is, and what will be, will be.  Great, now I sound like a Sandra Dee movie.  She always annoyed me.

FADE TO BLACK.