As Malee stepped out of the hall and back into the Bangkok sun, the neon signs of the city were just starting to flicker to life. She wasn't a soldier, and she wasn't Mr. Somchai. She was just Malee, free to disappear back into the vibrant, complicated heart of the city she called home.
A wave of relief washed over Malee. She walked back out into the main hall, where the lottery was reaching its peak. A young man at the front had just pulled a red card from the black urn. He collapsed into his mother’s arms, sobbing; a red card meant two years of mandatory service. kinky ladyboys
Around her, rows of young men sat on plastic chairs, some pale with dread, others whispering bravado. Then there were the "angels." Malee wasn't the only one; a dozen other kathoey (ladyboys) stood out in the crowd like tropical birds in a flock of sparrows. They were here to present their medical certificates of "gender identity disorder" to earn an exemption. "Next," a somber-faced officer called. As Malee stepped out of the hall and