I try to dress and couldn't stop blushing before everything got
pink and frilly. It started with Aunt Martha.
I was already an adult visiting her for a weekend when she
caught me secretly admiring her pastel dresses.
She smirked, crossed her arms and said well darling, if you're
staring you might as well try. I tried to protest, but she was
already pulling out a soft lilac dress with lace sleeves.
That was the first time I became a boy in a dress and OMG my
cheeks burned so red I thought I'd melt.
Now here I am, standing in front of the mirror again, giggling
like crazy. Today I'm wearing a baby pink
skater dress with a satin bow at the waist, sheer lace pantyhose
hugging my legs, and glossy white platform heels that make
my calves look so cute. My hair is styled in curly
pigtails, bouncing every time I move, and I'm holding a tiny
glitter clutch like a proper Princess.
I feel ridiculous, but also kind of magical.
Aunt Martha sits on the bed, clapping.
Her hands twirl for me. She commands.
I squeal and spin, the skirt flaring out.
Stop watching me. I giggle, hiding my face.
She just laughs. You love it.
And she's right, my heart is racing and I feel so pretty it
hurts. Then the doorbell rings.
My bestie Mia is here. Panic, Martha, I can't go out
like this. I whisper.
She raises an eyebrow. Oh yes you can.
She opens the door and suddenly Mia's standing there, eyes wide.
OMG, who is this cute girl? I freeze, my face turns tomato
red. No, it's me.
I mumble. She gasps and then bursts out
laughing. Wait, you look adorable, I
thought you were your cousin. I squeal, covering my mouth.
Stop, don't tease me. Mia grabs my hands.
Come on Princess, we're taking selfies.
She pulls me in cheek to cheek and I can feel myself blushing
like crazy. Click, click, click, smile, she
sings. I try to look serious but end up
giggling again. Later we sit on the couch and I
confess everything. How Aunt Martha started this.
How I pretend I hate it but secretly feel fluttery inside.
I feel so soft. I whisper.
Like, too soft. Mia hugs me.
That's OK, you're cute soft. Before she leaves, she gives me
a small gift. I open it and squeal a pink lip
gloss with sparkles. For your next outfit.
She winks. I press it to my chest.
Thank you. That night, I lie in bed, still
in my dress, heels kicked off clutch on the night stand.
My heart is full, my cheeks still warm.
Forced or not, I'm starting to wonder if this girly world might
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