Transvestia

I was pulled to the teenage girl department of the best women's store and in horror heard mother say that we were looking for some nice school dresses for her daughter. I started to protest, but it was rather crowded. The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene and call attention to myself. There were many daughters with their mothers on the same errand as we. It was galling that there was no privacy at all. The other girls all my age were choosing and trying on their new pretties. My three tormentors had the time of their lives choosing suitable teenage outfits for me. I could see all my baby- sitting money being spent. The money I had earned changed diapers and feeding infants. I could hide the fact that I was interested in the new clothes only with difficulty. In an unguarded moment, I even made some suggestions. And eventually I left with a collection of sweaters, school dresses, miniskirts, pretty frilly blouses and things that would last me a long, long time.

I tried to control my anger until we were outside. Then I lowered the boom. I did not care whether the other ladies heard it or not.

"Mother, I'm not going back to school as a girl. I can't go in a dress or skirts. I'd rather die. What will the boys say?"

"Now... now," Mrs. Weingarten said. "Don't be so over-emotional about it."

Mrs. Rosalia added: "Christine, you can't talk to your mother that way. It's impermissible. I mean, it's impolite your hurting her feelings. You should apologize to her."

Mother took my side, which gave me a glimmer of hope. "Now, Lena, don't be so harsh on her. She's a shy girl, and I think I know how she feels."

"Mother!!!!! I'm not a she. I'm your son. I won't go back to school this way. I won't... so there."

None of the women replied and we walked home in silence. I was determined to stick to my resolution. At home, mother acted very cool ... and we did not even talk after her friends had left. Mrs. Rosalia had left with the admonition: "Girls your age should do what their mothers tell them. Your mother knows what is best for you. You'll look silly gallivanting around in pants."