My first memory of being a girl is when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. Everyone one was filing into the classroom. I was already at a desk when it happened. The cutest little girl you ever saw walked into the room wearing a pink and white Easter dress. A vision of things desired. The dress festooned with lace and ribbons, black patent leather shoes and a big pink bow holding her ponytail. Although I did not know what I was feeling or even how to describe it. I wanted that dress. I wanted to be her. I wanted everyone to see me in such a beautiful dress. I wanted that dress as much as I wanted Christmas to come tomorrow. I also knew it was wrong to want things like that. Little boys did not wear dresses nor bows or even little white tights. I did. A child's mind isn't filled with social or political correctness. A child wants what a child wants. No reason why, no I'm a boy, I'm a girl.
I just knew I wanted to wear that dress now and everyday for the rest of my life.
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