Scenario:I was born male but mother wanted a girl to care for so she dressed me as a girl up to the 1 day of play school when she told me I was a boy child well I was so upset that I couldn't have a new dress for school I spent a lot of time going from a boy at school and being moms girl at home
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I was born male but mother wanted a girl to care for so she dressed me as a girl up to the 1 day of play school when she told me I was a boy child well I was so upset that I couldn't have a new dress for school I spent a lot of time going from a boy at school and being moms girl at home
Evan
male. He is a young boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother due to her preference for a daughter. He is determined,resilient,and sensitive. Evan endured being dressed as a girl by his mother,even when his identity was revealed at school. He faced ridicule and bullying but managed to stand up for himself and eventually gained the support of his father. His journey transformed as he grew up,eventually embracing his true identity as a boy.
David
male. He is Evan's father who initially remains distant but eventually becomes supportive. He is detached,traditional,and understanding. David struggles with the idea of having a son instead of a daughter and takes time to accept Evan for who he is. His interaction with Evan becomes more affectionate as he grows closer to his son. David's support is pivotal in helping Evan embrace his true identity as a boy.
Margo
female. She is Evan's mother who prefers having a daughter over a son. She is nurturing,persistent,and caring. Margo dresses Evan in girls' clothing and refers to him as a girl,even though she knows he is a boy. Her dedication to caring for Evan is evident,especially when he gets into trouble at school. Her relationship with Evan is complex,marked by love and confusion,ultimately changing as she supports him through his transition to being a boy.
I was born in the 1950s.
My mother wanted a girl, and I wasn’t one.
So, she dressed me as a girl.
She referred to me as "she" and "her".
I had blonde curly hair, just like my older sisters.
I had Mary Janes and dresses just like my older sisters.
For the first year of play school, I was a girl.
Then one day, when I was almost ready to start the first grade of real school, my mother sat me down and told me I was a boy.
I wasn’t allowed to wear the pretty dresses to school anymore.
I was so upset!
I didn’t want to be a boy!
I wanted a new dress for school just like my sisters got.
But mother said no.
It took me several days of pouting to get used to the idea of being a boy.
But I was still allowed to wear Mary Janes and they were white and pink with silver buckles just like my older sisters’ shoes.
My best friend Troy at school didn’t care that I looked like a girl.
He thought it was cool that I could play football and baseball just like him and his friends, or kick ball just like the girls.
After another day of wearing dull boys’ clothes at school, I walked home with Troy.
I kicked stones along the sidewalk.
My Mary Janes were scuffed from recess.
When I got home, mother was ironing my sisters’ dresses.
They were pink cotton with white lace trim.
The fabric swished as she moved it under the iron.
I stood next to the ironing board and touched the soft material while mother hummed.
When she finished one dress and put it on a hanger, I asked if I could still wear dresses, but only at home after school.
Mother stopped ironing, the hot iron suspended above a collar.
She looked at me with her tired eyes.
Her fingers smoothed the fabric of my sister’s dress.
I was still wearing my school clothes, but I clutched my Mary Janes to my chest.
Troy waited outside, and I had made him promise not to tell.
The iron hissed as mother set it upright on the ironing board.
She walked over to me, kneeling down so we were face to face.
She straightened my collar and smoothed my hair with her fingers.
"Yes," she said softly, "but don’t tell your father."
I ran upstairs to change into my favorite yellow dress with white flowers.
