Albeit

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As hard a concept as it is to grasp, as you are probably not the kind to betray your gender so easily and wear what most would dub a woman's clothing, he felt as though he'd be less of a burden if he were beautiful, and since he had never been so as a boy...

Submitted: October 21, 2011

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Bryan turned on the faucet, letting cool water splash onto the spotless white cloth in his hands. He let the cold envelope his already freezing fingers and was quick, yet bored to note that there wasn't much difference in temperature. He allowed himself to glance up into the mirror, smears and smudges of eyeliner coating his cheeks. Red lipstick smeared accross his mouth  and he scowled. The 13 year old boy knew he shouldn't be doing things like this.

This wasn't the first time he'd rifled in his mother's make-up drawer. To say that he was a crossdresser was a bit of a stretch, but he'd never go so far as to say he'd never tried on his mother's dresses, crying to himself as he realized even then, he'd never be pretty.

As hard a concept as it is to grasp, as you are probably not the kind to betray your gender so easily and wear what most would dub a woman's clothing, he felt as though he'd be less of a burden if he were beautiful, and since he had never been so as a boy... Turning into his graceless mother had been the train of thoguht that had derailed and crashed him here. You see, he was in the kind of home that thought nothing of difference, nothing of anything as trifling as individuality. No, His mother wanted him stiff, proper, adored by all she flaunted him to. But Bryan had never been so boastworthy... And so, he was punished.

But perhaps, he had thought, if he were boasting as a girl... perhaps his family wouldn't be so quick to toss him to the barn? Perhaps his mother wouldn't send him off to highschool in these boyish clothes, no money for food or permission for a life outside being their perfect lackey.

You might be wondering where the father is in all of this, the man who was supposed to have been putting an end to this nonsense. Well, while the graceless mother worked three jobs to support her dowry, the father lazed in his comfy leather chair, looking for all the world like he owned that very thing. No matter the constant begging put forth by this young boy's mother, his father refused to do anything other than laze, claiming he was unfit for woman's work. No... no, this story does not take place in 1800's, nor does it take place 50 years afterward. My dear readers, we are seen in the economic tragedy of the 20th century; 2011 to be perfectly exact.

Such a slow developing family, this one is. A mother dependant on the grace of her son, a father dependent on the slave that was his wife, and a son dependant on not a soul, because there was no soul to lean upon.

Thus, we find Bryan alone, in his parent's bathroom, gently reapplying the smeared lipstick.

The very next day happened to be a Tuesday.  A lovely, sunny Tuesday. It being August, school had just started. Freshman unfamiliar with Bryan's little 'habit' swarmed the cafeteria, the three higher classes wondering where Boy Wonder was. Well, not all of them. In fact, most of them could care less for the gender confused teen, while half of the rest decided he was't worth their time. The remainder of this shallow, bible-belted school found it shameful to have such a monstrocity in their midst.

Bryan walked proudly through the doors of Candrick in that stunning black skirt and shiny black tights. His shirt, of course, hung off of one shoulder, and covered most of the small skirt. Boots that were obviously made with women in mind laced up his legs and halted at his hosed knees.  It was somewhat obvious to even strangers that this pretty boy was in fact, a boy, but if one had just glanced his way, they'd have thought nothing of it.

Of course, no one ever just glanced his way.

People stared at him as he stomped down the hallway, whisperes and fannish giggles bursting through the settling silence. The sheer stupidity of the situation brought laughter to Bryan's eyes.

'It isn't that weird, folks.'

Blonde as he was, Bryan was not all ignorant to the lusty stares some sent his way. It didn't bother him. Though bent, this is what he had been aiming for. He wanted to be pretty for his Mum.

 

What else was there, but to be pretty?


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