The streets were a lively place and everyone seemed to be getting involved, despite one or two trying to drown out everyone else with relentless drivel. A group had just finished participating in one discussion when a now familiar sound boomed out from behind them.

"HERRO!"

Several heads turned to see that awkward figure in elegant robes, glaring at them. The terrible attempt at a public smile had ended up just a pained wince that no one could see the truth of. The audience didn't understand. Nipper didn't understand why they didn't understand. There was a tremendous lack of relaxation for anyone attempting to communicate with the blue face of awkward hostility.

"I here today to terr story. Or make confession. Not sure which. I have somefing to say anyway. I hope you risten and understand."

No one felt any easier for the opening line. In fact they all looked about as uncomfortable as old Irish men trying to tell each other they loved one another, while sober. Still, this was happening now whether they liked it or not. 

"I grew up in terrible prace. Oppressive rurers use porice to keep everyone under contror. In ord country there no prace for personar expression or free speach. No other curtures are understood, no one different is accepted. If you have different feering to other or want different rife, you must keep quiet and never speak of it. Terribre troubre come for any that try to be different. When I chird, I arways dream of being gracefur dancer on a stage..."

There was an unavoidable ripple of smirks and tittering in the crowd at the idea of this misshapen and broad lump, being anything like graceful. Just the notion of Nipper dancing was too radical a notion for any imagination. They sensed something approaching sincerity was being attempted though, so being reasonably decent people they did their best to stifle the laughter and paid attention.

"What? I can be eregant and beautifur just rike best of them! Dispiriting peopre are why I come to America! 

Rand of free. Home of Native Amarican Indian, and genocide. Prace where dream come true for everyone but original inhabitant. Magicar rand of opportunity. Famiry no want me to come but I unabre to rive under regime and need to express serf. Need be what I born to be. You see peopre, I am not arr I appear to be. I have great secret. Kept secret whore rife. I come today to confess my truff.

I a man!"

And with that, the gold Kimono was flung open and the incredible reality left hanging for all to see. A fine example of masculinity, all the way up to the thick blue makeup around the base of the base of his neck. Nipper stood arms spread, holding his garment wide open, proudly, for way longer than anyone required or wanted. The silence was as deafening as it was understandable. The crowd stood with their collective jaw on the floor. Given Nipper's appearance, this news shouldn't have come as such a shock. But it was. It was a massive fucking shock. Aghast, they all waited for further expansion on this revelation. Continuing to stand with arms and kimono wide open, completely exposed, he delivered his explanation.

"Arr my rife I know I want to dress as woman, do things that women do. I read many story of America. How country where everyone free. To be what want. As a rittre boy I dream of coming here and live American dream. To wear sirk dress, make own future and murder indigenous peopre. So I get correct papers. Get on boat and traver far across many ocean. Finarry arrive in new rand of opportunity to enjoy grorious optimistic future.

Sadry first person I meet is Misser Grin. He horribre man. Put me in basement with irregar immigrant. We work in dark and sweaty condition for so many year. Onry now when Misser Shitface become reader, do we get to come outside. See bright sun of hope for first time. Misser Grin buy raundry and arrow me to run operation. I am finary abre to see rittre srice of american dream. I wear nice croves, have pretty face and smoke endress cigarette rike sophisticated rady in Horrywood movie. Misser Grin not venerabre reader but bassard getting better as he get fatter and richer. Maybe one day I escape and rive in better prace. I not know.

For now I happy to visit remarkabre cat house and have life affirming experience with sruts. Give me new perspective on fings and firr me with courage to come here and expose myserf rike vis."

The fierce blue face and dark rimmed eyes, looked somehow softened yet still incredibly unapproachable. Nipper scanned the crowd for a while before finally realizing he was still standing with kimono wide open and tackle on display. He closed the garment and gave a short bow in appreciation for everyone's attention. The crowd were still completely dumbstruck when the no longer hunched figure, strode past, all smoking  curlers and confidence. Nipper was happy to talk but it looked like it could be a while before these people could think of anything to say. 

SamAdams sees a lunatic out of the corner of his eye and keeps going on his way.

Nipper, man or woman, you have always come across to me as someone who could rip a man's head off his body with the ease of hulling a strawberry. Your pursuit of the American dream is not only admirable but a good lesson to everyone who takes their wealth and privilege for granted, like CommissarKuku and his legion of bodyguards, or Elodin, who I pickpocket for 15k several times a day, every day, but who does not seem to care for his lost riches. His highfalutin ways should not distract us from our humble beginnings, because they are what give us strength. Not only am I sure that you will outlive both Grin and myself, I am fairly certain you will be the cause of both of our deaths. God bless you. Wag that free-swinging dick around like a real American man.