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A slight tremor caressed Robert's frame as he sat demurely in his lavishly frilled boudoir, facing his Aunt. The slight movement caused the folds of his elaborately frilled pink satin negligee to shimmer, and it was not missed by the eagle eye of his hunt. "Yes Aunty," he murmured. Aunty decided to adopt a lad of Roberta's age and train him for duties as a 'Personal Maid' to Roberta.
Today was the day. We got home and both ran up the stairs to my bedroom with its mirrored closets. I sat on the floor removing price tags while he tore off his “school clothes,” which he wears as a disguise when out in society so that people will think he is all boy. He wears “school clothes” so that he won’t get teased, have to sit by himself at the lunch tables and so he will get invites to birthday parties. More than anything he wants to be thought of as “normal.” But, he’s not. Oh he’s right behind it. In fact I’ve got a little photo to show you." She got a photo out of a drawer and handed it to me. It was an old photo, about 1980 judging by the fashions. It showed a pretty young girl smiling at the camera in a pretty dress." striking as I turned the final street corner into the High Street. The shop already was shut, but I knew where the side entrance was and
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My husband and I changed the way we were parenting. There was something unique about our son that we could choose to support or destroy. We had to follow his lead. He led us to the pink aisles at Target; and, that’s not a dangerous, harmful, unhealthy place for a boy to be. Occasionally. Jessica lives around the corner. She is Tammy’s best friend. She has no idea about his real identity. Nobody could tell he’s not a girl, could they? He can’t mope around here all day. Of course he has to dress like a teenager when he goes out. When he’s at home he likes wearing girly dresses like the one he had on earlier. Also he doesn’t wear his wig because it gets too hot and itchy." I still remember growing up and feeling ashamed however. I see how I am captured on film and in pictures, and I am embarassed. I resent that I displayed myself like that for people in the now to see and tease.
It’s sad to see that some people are making such a big deal out of this. Clothes are just items that you use to cover your body, nothing more and nothing less (unless we give it more meaning). I remember that when I was younger, my mother used to give me hand-me-downs of my brother’s clothing even though I am a girl. Did I care? Not really. I used to go out and play in the dirt, so it was better to use those clothes than some new girly clothes that I didn’t like anyway. And nowadays, because of how I was raised, it is very odd for me to wear dresses or skirts or any “feminine clothing” in front of my father. I live in the UK (originally from the US), and I have two boys of my own (4 yrs and 11 mos). My 4 yr old is very much into “boy” things, but when he does want a “girl toy” we support him. The other day we were in the Disney Store, Christmas shopping for my niece, she like most little girls is very into The Disney Princesses. Her new favourite is Merida from “Brave”. My husband and I were over by the Brave dress up costumes. And a little boy about CJ’s age was holding a Rapunzel tshirt (pink and purple) Pleading with his mother to buy him one of the dresses for his birthday party. I saw the mother’s fear and trepidation. She was saying “I don’t think it’s your colour hun.. let’s go pay for this shirt..” Petticoat Pond" ,"Poufbunny" ,"Crinoline Cove", are all registered trade names owned by Splash'FX and, as such, are Sort of. I discussed it with him. We decided on a six months’ trial. He’d go to school dressed a boy but at home he’d be Tammy. As soon as he got in from school he’d slip upstairs and put on something girly. If he got good reports from his teacher he could have time off. If he got bad reports the petticoat punishment would continue. If he got really bad reports he’d have to go to school as Tammy."
I sat down at the kitchen table and Jill sat down too. I was curious now. "So how did it start? Has Tom been wearing dresses for ages? Or did he come down to breakfast one morning in a little floral number? Or did he ask Santa for a dress for Christmas?" mirror now in my training bra and panties, this way and that. I felt so humiliated I wanted to burst out in tears, but I felt Aunty announced that she was so taken with Madame's idea of having Geraldine serve as a prim maid that she had decided to have her seamstress create a suitable costume for Roberta. "It would be delightful for my guests to be served by a prim boy-girl maid, darling!" Robert burst into anguished tears. Yes. That’s his decision. He decided that he likes himself better when he works hard. He works hard because he has no other distractions here. He always stays in and does his homework. He doesn’t go out with his friends. Anyway secretly I think he likes wearing dresses." Jill smiled a knowing smile.
Sarongster Hi-Line Panty-Girdle” - it was a perfect fit. Well, that's to say a perfect fit after the pair of them tugging I rang the doorbell but Jill didn’t seem too pleased to see me. "Oh I thought it was the new television we’re having delivered," she said before inviting me as an afterthought. "Come and have a cup of tea, Kay," she said. He put the half empty glass down. His manners were perfect and I noticed that each time he had called Jill mommy, just like a little girl.I wonder, did you notice any indications of CJ’s gender creativity before his first encounter with Barbie? I have a confidence within myself to know that this is my truth. And I’m not saying I share this truth with your son, and I’m not saying I don’t share this truth with your son. What I am saying though is that perhaps your son has not truly found himself yet if he holds his identity and his dignity at a value to be determined by others, and is comfortable blaming other’s for it. Aunty, "Phyllis, I want you to tell me how Robert acts this afternoon, as I have warned him that any ungentlemanly behavior and I shall put him into dresses for a month. You will report to me won't you?" The problem with the world does not lie in the parents who let their children explore harmless expressions of self ( i.e. clothing,) it is in the people who state such asinine posts as above. My son looked sassy and beautiful. He looked natural, happy and truly comfortable for the first time that day. Then I felt pain. If the rest of the world could be more empathetic, accepting, welcoming and kind, my son could be this happy and comfortable all of the time — because then my son could be a boy who dresses like a girl and not have to think twice about it. The world isn’t like that.
No tears please. You wouldn't wish to ruin your makeup, would you Miss Roberta!" She dabbed at his eyes with a tiny lace hankie. I have invited several of my close friends for tea this afternoon, and you, darling, are going to model your pretty clothes for them.'"
All the way to the Studio, Robert pleaded with his determined Mother not to compel him to become ‘Miss Dollie Dimples'. I disagree. I would not take you seriously cross dressed. I could not and I feel that I am pretty open. Maybe its me (and most of society).”
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