Chicazo

He was just a regular guy. Beautifully blonde, Colgate-white teeth, harmless smile. Made to match a harmless girl. Regular guys go to peep shows more often than regular girls, undoubtedly. So there was nothing strange when on his first night in Barcelona and still waiting for some friends to join him in the city, he entered a peep show in a small alley near the Ramblas. He got into one of the empty cabins. Put a token into the slot and waited, anticipating the regular show, or at least the regular showgirl. That peep show didn't look classy, neither he expected it. At first she seemed absent. Like a marionette in a tuxedo. Then the music began. He had never seen anything more mesmerizing than that androgynous girl slowly removing her manly clothes and underwear. Three more coins went down the slot before the girl removed her last garment: a mustache. Then, finally, she looked at him straight in the eyes. Her hand slowly slipped down her belly to her pubis... He reached out his hand to the box of paper handkerchiefs, and as her image disappeared he realized he had just run out of coins.