Fashion Sense.. or lack thereof.

I have a bit of a confession to make..

Despite how utterly awesome I may appear to be, I am not hip. I am not with it. I'm not a cool cat. I'm not the paragon of.. uh..

Damn, I ran out of phrases.

I know! Seems impossible right? I am utterly perfect in every way.. how can it be true? Calm down, loyal subjects, for I will tell you what is going on. As you should all know by now, I started to transition in middle school. We've also established I wasn't aloud to just show up as a girl one day. That was asking for trouble. I (unhappily) agreed with my mother on that point.

I guess you could say I just got used to it. Initially, my choice in clothing was influenced by pure necessity. At first it was no big deal. Aside from wearing anything that screamed, "only girls wear this!" I was OK. In what seemed like no time at all, I was having to be careful about what I wore. I couldn't wear this shirt or that shirt unless I wanted to be known as the boy with breasts(and the figure to match). Loose tops.. or tops too big for me. Pants and shorts were less of an issue.. at least in what I could get away with wearing. I had to be more careful about what I bought to make sure I got something that would go over my fat butt. So tops that didn't fit and pants that did.

Probably.. yeah.. probably a bit of an 80s look going on.

I got used to it. By the time I could go full on I ended up not changing it. I added more items I wasn't aloud(skirts, hose, so on), but I stuck to the overall look. I developed a fondness for it. I used to want so badly to dress in the typical outfits for girls my age. By the time I was aloud I didn't think of switching. Sure I changed it up now and then, but I liked the look I had accidentally developed.

THE SHAME.

Though I hear the 80's look is coming back...

Though perhaps my efforts were for naught. It was pretty damn obvious by the end of middle school. My face, in particular, probably gave me away all too easily. Aside from normal effects of hormones, I have naturally full lips. My cheeks are pretty muscular.. making them fuller(I found out I wasn't normal in that regard when a dentist remarked how hard it was to work on me because of my cheek muscle). Overall I have a young face. I got comments on it plenty of times. Also..

"..Are you a girl..?"

That got asked plenty before I was done with middle school. The first time this got asked I stared at the person for a long moment(I must have looked absolutely startled).. then answered, "What do you think?" People around me would confirm my boy name and friends would confirm the identity.

Though perhaps it wasn't pointless. At least that way there was enough confusion over what was going on for me to be left unmolested.

At least I can pull the look off. I'm damn cute..