tricias-captions: I had been my older, sister’s graduate-studies project since the start of sc
tricias-captions: I had been my older, sister’s graduate-studies project since the start of school year. Her “Pygmalion” she called me repeatedly. Could she turn a stone, um her, High School Senior boy into a beautiful woman? I didn’t want this. Of course I didn’t. I’m not some kind of sissy (*whispers* or at least I wasn’t). I was happy being a boy, doing boy things. Not wearing makeup and high heels or *whispers* panties to school every day. I didn’t want to date boys. (”You can still date girls,” my sister told me. “Just not to the prom.”) I didn’t want my hair to grow. I didn’t want any of this. (*whispers* except maybe the sleepovers at Ginny’s house. Or making out with Jodie as a girl.) Now is the big night. Now is the culmination of her experiment. Now we see if she gets her doctorate or now. And now is when Jacob is picking me up for the prom. Jacob who says I’m going to put out for him afterwards. (*whispers* am I scared or excited? I still don’t know.) -- source link