Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lila.
Now, Lila wasn't like the other girls. While they liked to prance around in frilly outfits, Lila preferred her play pants.
Lila liked to run around and fish and swim. The other girls were grossed out by the worms and insects Lila found so fascinating.
She liked to play dress-up and pretend. Sometimes she would pretend she was a princess or a mommy, but most often, she'd pretend she was a prince or a hero or a daddy.
Sometimes she would play dolls or house with the other girls, but most of the time, she preferred the company of the boys instead.
As Lila got older, and the other girls got into
I feel trapped in this body with skin too tight.
It feels wrong. I shouldn't look like this, like
these should be flat, nonexistant at that. And why am I missing that?
Something must have happened to me at an early age
for my genetic make up is all wrong.
You see, I'm a Boy. I have to be.
Yet, I'm called Girl. And I shouldn't be.
Forced into dresses and covered in make up.
Told to act like a proper young lady or no boys would ever want me when I grow up.
Never permitted to play sports or help dad with the car.
Just told to sit and look pretty, that's all I'm good for.
Now I'm grown up, now free to be me.
I haven't worn a dress in