The Question

Since you read this on BCTS you are familiar with my situation.

I wore a skirt to school ONE day to see what would happen. At the time I was known as Toby. Well, it was supposed to be only one day. Things snowballed. Being tagged as a girl. Cheerleading, ballet, standing up to bullies, assigned to the girls’ locker room. Even a boyfriend. Ending up as the popular girl, slayer of bigots, savior of damsels in distress (perhaps not the last). The Prom Queen ruling the school.

The problem is that while everyone else is convinced that I’m a girl I have just been dragged out to sea in the undertow. I never wanted nor intended this. So now I stand here looking at myself in the mirror. I can’t deny that I look good in my prom dress. But I can’t help asking myself.

Toby or not Toby? That is the question.



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