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I have the first couple of sentences of a story, but no story, so I was wondering if anybody would take it as a challenge to finish the story?
Here is the opening bit:
'"Such a sweet girl."
I'm sure the old lady meant that as a compliment. But I'm a boy ...'
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Any takers?
Not a writer but couldn't resist - Dammit!
"Such a sweet girl."
I'm sure the old lady meant that as a compliment. But I'm a boy dammit! Just one wearing an orange mini dress with a clashing red apron!
I should have known the uniform would be gross but I was desperate for any job. I turned up for an interview with Mr Han Lee only to find he was half-blind and assumed I was a girl just because of my long hair.
He had my application right in front of him dammit! Who ever heard of a girl called Max!
With apologies to "Two Broke Girls"
Rhona McCloud
Challenge accepted...
...should I put it here, in the comments, or actually post it as a story?
Livin' A Ragtime Life,
Rachel
post it as a story, of course!
I look forward to reading it.
Lived it
I was in the seventh grade and lived this entire scenario. It was in New York City and I was in Pathmark on Myrtle avenue (it was a big drug store that I don't even know exist anymore). I was buying a pair of pantyhose for my aunt and a little old lady asked me if I would grab a package for her that was too far to reach. Even though I was a snot-nosed kid, I was always kind to my elders and handed her the package that she liked.
Then she says "Thank you, you're such a sweet girl"
I didn't know how to take the remark. I said your welcome and went on my way. At the time my hair was a little long but not feminine. It went down to over my shoulder and was a bit poofy. I was wearing a white and yellow short sleeve shirt the had yellow mesh on the shoulder and arm. I don't think I was wearing an A-shirt under it because I had friends make fun of me before that it looked like I was wearing a bra. I also was pretty developed in the breast area. Most likely a borderline c-cup (which I was not happy about). And I was wearing a pair of jeans. At the time I remember thinking how could the old bat mistake me for a girl, maybe she knew more than I did at the time.
As I was walking away I remember another lady coming up to the old gal and saying "I think that was a boy."
I remember feeling mildly disappointed.
Katie Leone (Katie-Leone.com)
Writing is what you do when you put pen to paper, being an author is what you do when you bring words to life
It happened to me too
in my case it was while working at an extended care center. One old lady called me a "sweet girl".
I just smiled inside and never told anybody it had happened. She died not long after.
Me too, by someone that knew me!
I was addressed as "girl" by my Junior High Principal, at the end of my three years there. We were setting up for graduation, and two girls and I had just finished cleaning all the chairs and were sitting there talking. The Principal walked up and looked at the chairs and asked if we were done, after one of us said yes, she said "Good job girls." One of them asked me if we should correct her, and I said no, I didn't care.
I had almost the same situation
I had almost the same situation:
During university time I worked as a sysadmin there. It was evening, I was standing on a stepladder, up to my waist in the false ceiling, doing something with cables. Two more students are on the floor, with the cable and tools. Then, I hear one of our teachers from the back: "Since when women work on the networks of this department?". I do three (or four) steps down from the stepladder, turn around and say: "Good evening to you too, (with full honorific)". She was a bit short sighted, so after first hearing me, and then seeing... she said her excuses. But the look on her face was priceless.
It happened to me....
...when I was fourteen, when one of my dad's Army friends complimented my stepdad about his "daughter." (My parents had finally relented and allowed me to grow my hair long). I didn't think I looked particularly feminine--my hair needed washing and it was kind of greasy. But to a military man back then, any kid with long hair was either a hippie or a girl (or maybe a hippie girl?)--and I dressed too nerdy to be a hippie.
Still, I might have felt better about it if my mother hadn't teased me about it afterward. That was about the time I was discovering who and what I was, and was really sensitive about anything having to do with gender.
Even after my voice changed, people referred to me as "ma'am" on the phone constantly. (Even though my voice was pitched lower then than now).
Livin' A Ragtime Life,
Rachel
~giggle~
On my birthday [ in February so cold and wet out ] in 1998, I ran into the local drug store to grab a pair of pantyhose since my legs would freeze without them. Wearing a little black denim mini-dress and 4" pumps. A woman doing product promotions offered me a free sample, of OB brand tampons. The look on her face was priceless when I told her I'll never have need for them.
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Dorothy's Writers Challenge keyword
Just added "Dorothy's Writers Challenge" as one of the 'other keywords' if there is enough interest then it'll get a contest tag but for now if you type "Doro" in the other keywords box and wait a few seconds (a little longer if you're on a slow connection) you should be able to pick it from a list.
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