If I let momma go through with this I wouldn’t even be a boy any more, only some sort of living doll for my momma to play dress up with. I screamed in torment as momma carried me from the room.
I fought with momma until she grew angry and said, “That’s enough, little girl. Momma’s put up with all the foolishness she’s going to for one day. Why can’t you be more like pretty Gina? She had no problems with her new clothes. I know you like wearing girl’s clothes, I found your makeup and dresses in your closet. Now be still while momma gets you dressed.”
“Little girl? Gina?! What did momma have in mind?…….Oh no! She couldn’t…..She wouldn’t…..Nooooooo!”, I screamed incoherently.