Oh, hey, I’m really glad I ran into you.
Can we ... talk? Somewhere private?
Okay, listen. I’m gonna tell you something you may not believe, but I want you to at least listen.
You’re my last chance, my last hope.
What am I talking about? Well, let me tell you.
I’m not supposed to be a girl.
No, I’m not kidding!
One day, I’m a regular guy, and then poof! I wake up and I’m a girl. All my clothes are girl clothes, and I have breasts and ...
No, please, listen!
Nobody else seems to even notice anything is wrong. My mom, all my friends, everybody is acting like I’ve always been a girl.
Its not funny!
No, I’m not crazy, either!
And if just being a girl isn’t bad enough, people keep telling me how much of a girly-girl I am.
But I can’t be!
What do you mean, I’m acting all girly?
What? Show you my fingers? Sure.
Oh ... crap. I did that like a girl, didn’t I?
Well,what about my voice?
You have a tape recorder? Okay. Let’s try. “Mary had a little lamb”
I dont sound like that, do I?
But ... I can’t !
And I don’t giggle, either!
Okay, okay. but at least I like girls.
Well, there’s Linda, for example. She’s always so pretty, and I love her shoes and ...
No, no no! I’m not looking at her like a girl looks at another girl!
What do you mean, what about Simon?
He’s ... nice....
I am NOT blushing!
I ... can’t like boys, I’m not supposed to like boys! I’m supposed to be a boy!
Please I cant be this girly!
You suppose Simon thinks I’m pretty ?
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