An Old Trope Revisited
I was in the change room, getting angrier by the moment. My own mother was pushing girl clothes on me! She’d dragged me into this shop, made me strip, and now had thrown skirts and dresses and girl’s underthings over the top of the door, and was demanding I put them on!
I really couldn’t believe my own mother would be doing something like this. Why would she want to turn me into a girl? Didn’t she love me just as I was? And what could I possibly do but go along with her plan?
Finally, an idea came to me, how I could end this torture.
“Mother?”
“Yes?”
“If you don’t give me back my boy clothes, I’m going to step out naked.”
“You’d get arrested!”
“Good. And once I’m in custody I’ll tell them about you trying to turn me into a girl. Who'd be in trouble then?”
“I cant believe you’d do that!”
“Try me. My boy clothes, please. Or I’m coming out.”
There was a pause.
“I mean it mom. My clothes. And there wont be any more of this trying to make me a girl. Or I call the authorities.”
“But Charline, you are a girl!”
“Not where it counts Mom. Not in my heart or mind. And call me Charles.”