I’d been the only boy in ballet class for over three years. I’d gradually stopped wearing shorts and a black leotard and started wearing the same thing as the girls. Or, the ““other girls,” as my mom would oddly put it. ““Honey,” she said to me, ““You might have noticed that the other girls now have some curves up top. Would you like that too? You know, just so you blend in, we can give you a bra with a little padding. Would you like to try that to see how it looks?” I didn’t reply, but I nodded. Mother smiled. ““Good. I think you’ll like how it looks.”
3/17/24 - What a wonderful vignette from the late Sandy Brown, circa September 2019!
How many of us loved the thought deep inside of being included as “one of the girls,” even as that made us outwardly cringe? I can imagine the gradual attire transformation as an understanding mom guides her sweet girlish son gently into femininity.
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¾/25 - Being embraced as “one of the girls” sends shivers down a feminine boy’s spine, not to mention transitioning to bras. It’s even more unnerving when the ballet teacher tells Mom that you should be wearing panties every day now and that she no longer can tell you’re a boy “down there.”
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7/2/26 - In Sandy’s feminine world, Mom’s gentle encouragement of femininity for her boy works for the best.
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