Bizarre to me, mother always appeared to delight in anything effeminate that could be related to me.
Bizarre to me, mother always appeared to delight in anything effeminate that could be related to me. When father moved away, my hair grew so long, that when I finally was taken to get my haircut, I was appalled to find that I had the same style as all the girls at school Another of such situations would be in late summer at the fair, where mother paid for a street cartoonist to draw me. It then, to my horror, dawned on me for the first time, in seeing my completed portrait, that people now perceived me to be a girl. Sparing myself the public embarrassment, I knew the best thing to do when presented with it, was to smile and play along, appearing “pleased” with my pretty portrait, depicting me as a happy princess.The portrait would be framed in my bedroom, remaining a disconcerting incessant reminder of what was happening to me. My slow eventual descent into becoming a fairy. The next event being the approaching Halloween, where mother’s choice of my costume, would as feared, take inspiration from my portrait…… -- source link
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