WISHES
By Joannebarbarella
I remember when I was young I would kind of slowly saunter past the dress shops and shoe shops, pausing as long as I could without being suspicious, pretending not to be looking at the gorgeous dresses or the elegant high heels inside. It was not done for a boy to be interested in those things, let alone enthralled, but I couldn’t help myself.
The years went by and I got married to a wonderful girl, who I loved with all my heart. I never told her of my deepest, darkest secret, which was that I wished I had been born a girl.
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