What impressed me most was having my mother dress me up as a girl. Because girls have been "outside" and see my hairstyle, clothes, voice and the way to go to the toilet are different from them. In class, they get together in twos and threes to bungee jump and attack me as soon as they see me. No matter how I ask them, they are indifferent. I can only stay aside and stare enviously with my mouth open. How beautiful they dance, like lovely butterflies, flying up and down. I clap my hands and appreciate their beauty very please.
When they saw that I really admired them, they discussed playing tricks on me. One of the biggest said that it is not impossible for you to join us. As long as you can meet our requirements, you can join us every day.
"What conditions?" I asked. Don't make conditions, even if you kill me, maybe I will agree.
"We need to help you thrush, draw your face and make you look like a girl," they said.
"Then draw quickly." I'm happy to say. Then he picked up his marker and handed it to them.
So they are busy on my face one by one. After work, I stood in a pile two meters away from me, looked at me in unison, said I was like a ghost, and let me join after knocking down the painting. I dare not be angry, because I think there will always be opportunities to join them in the future.
I went home that day and cried as soon as I entered the door. Mother asked me why I was crying. I beat my mother and said, "Why don't you turn me into a girl so that I can't jump rubber bands with them?"
Mom can't laugh or cry, and she can't bear to beat and scold me. When she saw me crying, she had to coax me into saying, "Don't be sad. Tomorrow, mom will try to dress you up as a girl, and they will agree to join you. "
After breakfast the next day, my mother asked my sister for two red ropes, tied two braids into the sky for me, put on the flowered clothes and pants that my sister wore when she was a child, and finally embroidered two big red flowers on my cloth shoes.
After dressing up, I picked up my sister's small round mirror and looked at it. I jumped and screamed with joy. I really thought I had become a girl. My mother also looked at me carefully and said I was beautiful. To be on the safe side, I want my mother to accompany me to school and beg them again. When I got to school, the girls smiled and agreed that I would be one of them, plus my mother's request. I wore this dress for two years until I was ashamed of my gender.