The first thing that I noticed about my school as I jumped out of the car was that it was still just as big as ever. “Let’s just get this over with, Dad.” I muttered. I wasn’t happy about it, but I knew that it was probably what I deserved. I looked at the outfit and cringed a little. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to live down my mistake this morning until I properly apologized to Mom. Now go change and get ready, I’m taking you to school as soon as you’re done. “Well, I picked out some clothes for you. It should be a crime! I walked back upstairs to join my Dad. I can take being grounded, or getting swatted across the backside by Dad’s belt…but the silent treatment is the worst thing a mother can do to her child. It was her “Silent Treatment,” punishment, and it was worse than anything else. She would always sort of give me a look and not say anything, and then I’d be beating myself all day in guilt. I gritted my teeth and moaned under my breath. Mom nodded but didn’t say another word as she walked out the door. I ran to the kitchen and saw Mom just about to walk out the door. I was still a bit angry, but Dad was right that I had been too harsh. I’ll pick out your outfit…you go downstairs and apologize to her before she leaves.” I nodded and ran to the door. However, there is a right and a wrong way to approach things…and the way you spoke to your mother was quite disrespectful. “Chase, I know that you don’t enjoy this…and to be honest, I agree with you. “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” He stopped and looked at me. Your mom is worried that what she picks will upset you more.” I flushed and looked down guiltily. “I came to help you find something to wear. “What’s up, Dad?” Dad walked in and looked at the pile of clothes I had pulled out. “Chase, it’s me.” I looked up to see my Dad standing in the door way. Did she want me to wear a skirt next or what? I went through my stuff to find something to wear when I heard a knock at my door. Though I knew she meant well, every time I turned around, it was like she was trying to doll me up. “Mine or yours? Because honestly, going to school looking like this isn’t something I’m proud of.” Mom didn’t answer as I rushed upstairs to find some clothes. “Don’t take that tone of voice with me, I’m just trying to make you look nice and have some pride in your appearance.” Now I’m well aware that I looked like a slob.” Mom pouted and shook her finger at me as I walked off. “Jeez, I thought I was presentable, thanks for straightening me out, Mom. I want you to look presentable.” Mom argued. So go back upstairs and change into something else. “Yes, well I’m not a young lady, remember?” I asked forcefully. “No Mom,” I laughed, “I’m wearing these to the mall.” Mom shot me a dirty look. “You aren’t wearing THAT to school, are you?” I looked at myself and then at mom and smirked. She looked to see me and gasped a little. He was tired, but he was also still sad to see that I was still a girl. He looked up to see me and he smiled weakly. I grinned and rushed downstairs.ĭad was already at the table. I didn’t want to go back looking to feminine. If anything, I looked like a tomboy…and that suited me fine. I flipped it backwards and then looked at myself in the mirror. Finally, I grabbed my baseball cap and put it on. I found my old sneakers and tied them onto my feet. I grabbed a pair of jean shorts and slipped them on as well. I pulled out a red t-shirt with a black stripe down the shoulders, and I slipped it on. If I was going back to school, I wanted to hold on to some shred of my old masculinity. With that said, I still wasn’t fully fond of putting them on. The truth was that I was starting to get used to girls clothes. I was still wearing a bra and panties but I needed to find something suitable to wear to school. I walked to my drawers and pulled out some clothes. “No use waiting around, I guess.” I muttered to myself. The sun hadn’t quite risen in the sky, and I didn’t know if I was excited or terrified of when it finally came up. I would still have to go under the disguise of my cousin Cheryl. I was still a girl…and I couldn’t go back to school and try to explain who I was. I was going back to school! I’d finally get to see what people really thought of me! The thought alone was enough to excite me…but at the same time I felt a twinge of dread. I was anxious and fidgety, I couldn’t have slept if I wanted to.
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