Toddy Notrope

Little Toddy Notrope looked like any other little boy.

Yes, he had blond hair, but it wasnt long. Nobody ever mistook him for a girl, or called him pretty.

Maybe he giggled sometimes, but so do a lot of little boys, and he also loved to follow behind his older brother or sit and watch wrestling, just like any other little boy would.

Besides imitating his brother, little Toddy Notrope loved to read, and loved to talk.

Boy, did he ever like to talk.

“Gonna be a lawyer one day” His grandfather said.

Then puberty did to Toddy Notrope what it does to little boys, and he changed.

He got hairier, and his voice grew deeper.

And he changed in other ways.

No longer did he want to follow his brother everywhere, but spent more and more time alone.

And he no longer loved to talk, except about trivial things, and thus never told anybody he wanted to be a girl.

Years later, he would read stories about boys who were mistaken for girls, or forced or sweet-talked into dressing as girls and lived as girls thereafter, but that wasnt his life.

He never dressed as a girl, at least not when anybody could see him, because when he did put on girl clothes one look in the mirror would show that he just looked like a boy in a dress, nothing more.

Now, you might think this is a sad story, but honestly, Toddy Notrope ended up being pretty lucky.

He transitioned to she, and while she would never be pretty, nobody tried to beat her up or deny her a job or would she experience any of the horrible things that happen to trans people around the world.

There is probably a moral to this story, but the author cant think of it ...