MisterGendered Dream

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A few days ago, I had a really vivid dream, where I was in class (I think it was high school), and the teacher called on me. My hackles went up when he called me, "Mister Brown", and I said, "It's Miss, not Mister." When the teacher asked me why I said that, I told him it was because I was a girl, not a boy. I'm not sure where I got up the nerve to talk back like that. I think it was more because I was more angry than scared of the teacher.

When the teacher asked how I could be a girl, if I liked girls, a few other students snickered. At first, I thought it was directed at me, until I over heard a few of them whispering about how clueless the teacher was. It was then I frowned at the teacher, and told him that made me a lesbian, not a boy.

I've sorta been thinking maybe this might be the start of an interesting story, but I'm not sure where I'd go with it. I may have to think a bit more to see if I can come up with anything more.

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