Bigot

I’m not a girl but I like girly clothes. Dresses and skirts swishing, the soft materials … So much better than the usual boy stuff. However, even as a twelve year old I should have known better than come to school in a dress. My classmates were rather dense and just couldn’t appreciate how pretty and comfortable it was. That was the beginning of a rather unpleasant time in school. I had hoped that things would be better when I started high school but my old classmates went to the same high school and one day the first semester I forgot that we had PE and wore my prettiest panties…

My big break came when my family moved away to a new city. A new beginning and a clean slate! I’d make sure to be a macho, macho boy.

I had made a big effort the first to day to project the right image. It worked! Nobody bullied me. Nobody teased me for being girlish. I was mostly ignored. It was bliss!

My second day in the new school day we had PE. No panties that day, not that I’d ever were those to school again, PE or no PE!

I was a bit surprised that afternoon that Taylor, one of the girls, albeit one of the more butch ones, went into the boys’ locker room. Well, I assumed she was a girl but I wasn’t sure. A short skirt, make-up - but wasn’t there a trace of a shade on her cheeks?

Being new in school and not sure I just made sure to keep out of the way. After class I did have a look at Taylor’s crotch. In my old school that would have been tantamount to signing my own death warrant but I had to know! Yes, Taylor was an innie and not an outie!

Taylor left after fixing her make-up and slipping into a pair of panties I just could die for. I absolutely had to ask Max Vernichtung, the huge boy, all muscles, changing next to me

- Why is a girl changing with us?
- Taylor’s no girl, he’s a boy. It’s just that he’s transitioning.
- You mean that she, eh he, is a transsexual?
- Yeah, so what?
- But, but he has no penis! Shouldn’t she be in the girl’s locker room?
- Of course he hasn’t a penis. He can’t have his operation before he’s 18.

I turned around and looked at the door where Taylor had disappeared.

- But he, she? Oh I give up! But if Taylors is a female to male transsexual why is he/she wearing a skirt and make-up?
- So, he’s a crossdresser. Do you have a problem with that? We really don’t like bigots here!

Confused I turned my head back to Max and saw the huge boy wearing the most fabulous dress I’ve ever seen. That dress really was him!



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