Understanding Rachel- The other end of the line.

The rain droned on endlessly outside. The darkened basement broken by flashes of lightning.

"Blasted stupid internet provider they cannot get anything fixed properly, I told them like 8 times already that it wasn't working whenever it rained."

The now dead line to Rachel was no use listening too. The phone click signaled the hang up, unlike the old days of rotary phones with the handset today it was just a simple click of a button and you were done. The conversation replayed out in her head.

"Why does Rachel Insist I am a girl?" was said outloud.

In a singsong mock voice" Girl you are so much a girl its not even funny"

"But I am supposed to be a boy."

"Maybe a girlie girl Tom boy!"

"You bitch!" ok not the best argument."

Giggles followed. " I have to go pick up my daughter, Mom is calling me, Chat later k."

With a sigh"K.."

"Bye my girly girl girlfriend Tanya" Click.

She was always doing that it was so frustrating. Why was she so positive I am a girl. I work on cars, ride snowmobiles and dirty bikes, like how much more "manly" do I have to be to convince people.

It wasn't just Rachel either, all my life people have repeatedly referred to me as a girl. Is there some part of me that broadcasts it? Can I have it surgically removed?

The silence was broken by the phone ringing.

"Hello"

"Hi is Martin there please."

"Its me Dad."

"Oh." Silence followed for a few seconds," Anyways I am just phoning to let you know your invited to a family dinner this saturday. You have to dress like a boy."

He did this to me every single time. Your invited but your not really invited.

"Dad" I sighed he just.." I'll try ok no guarantees."

Click

As usual I am invited and he doesn't tell me the time or ever where it is. So am I really invited? And how long will it be before he calls me by my name?

With a sigh Tanya stands up from her chair smoothing out the wrinkles in her A line skirt with the pink and white rose patterns. Her pale pink deep V neck top with the small puffy sleeves showed off her ample cleavage. The mid back length red wavy hair drifting from side to side as she daintily walked and then climbed upstairs to her room. Once again looking into her mirror.

"I don't see what people are talking about. I look like a guy in a dress. I am not a girly girl!"



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