Having been friends since as long as we could remember, none of us would have imagined how I would b
Having been friends since as long as we could remember, none of us would have imagined how I would begin to grow apart from them around the onset of puberty.When I began gradually spending more time with the girls, in and out of school, nothing changed among my friends. Despite an undercurrent of awkwardness, I was still “one of them”… “one of the guys”.When my hair began to grow longer than was appropriate for a boy, then being cut in a style common to many of the girls at the time, nothing was said to me… I was still “one of them”.When rumors began circulating, of me kissing boys, however much of a sense of unease around my friends, it still remained so, that I was one of them. But it was the day that I turned up at school, in a girl’s skirt uniform, that things changed. Nothing was said, and it was as if myself and the boys had never been friends. There was just an overwhelming awkwardness among us when we came into contact. I was no longer one of the “guys”. I had become just one of the girls. The Masochistic Emasculation Fetish reddit group -- source link