Distinctly
remember standing in the kitchen with me and my sister being made ready for
school, think she was about 4, and i would have been 6. My mum was just
straightening my sister's little pleated skirt and I said to my mum, all
innocent like, that it'd be fun to go to school dressed in my sister's clothes.
My mum said, alright then, and I went all shy and said noooo!. Wish I'd said
yes!!
Pretty
sure it was something that I'd been mulling around in my head for a while.
Then
at age 8 or 9 me and my sister started playing dress-up with a bag of clothes
that had suddenly appeared in the back room, with the full knowledge of my mum,
though not my Dad, I used to put on the little dresses and pretend to be a girl;
we'd perform little "plays" in front of the mirror and sometimes
record them on a tape recorder.
When
my Dad found out it was stopped - though he said nothing to me about it, ever.
After
that I dressed up in whatever I could find, my mum's stuff, my sister's stuff,
which briefly fitted me from age of about 8 to 12 or 13.
I
never really thought about wanting to be a girl until after puberty though - i
guess once it became clear that i was defintely going to be a big hairy man, I
realised that that was what I defintely didn't want to be!! :(
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