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Mike was home alone looking at some magazines his mom got because he was bored and had literally nothing else to do, until his eyes landed on a girl wearing a stripy sweater, a black skirt knee-high socks and tights.. He thought to himself ”huh.. I wish a girl so I could wear that.”, before quickly shaking his head and shoving the thought away. He shouldn’t be feeling so jealous, Why did he feel jealous?!?! what did this even mean??!! Skirts are for women, not men. He’s a man, he should be like I don’t know?? thinking about sports and shit. Not wearing dresses and prancing around like a princess.
Mike sighed putting his head in his hands as tears started to form in his eyes. This was dumb, so freaking dumb why does he feel so jealous and upset??? He felt like punching a wall. Mike quickly got up from the couch as he wiped his tears away, there was absolutely no way he was going to continue crying about these embarrassing emotions he didn’t even understand.
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As the day went on the thought just refused to leave his mind, no matter what he did. He watched a movie, played video games, hung out with his friends Lucas Dustin and max but yet… nothing worked. The thought was still eating at his brain. “I wonder what it would be like if I were a girl.” “what does it feel like to wear a dress?” “Would I look good in makeup???”
It scared him. The thought of being drastically different from everyone else was terrifying, he hated it. He hated everything about it. He felt terrible, like he was an imposter in his own body waiting to burst out of his stomach like an alien from a horror movie.
By the end of the day he felt incredibly drained, walking towards his room but quickly stopping. Eyeing Nancy’s room, Nancy hasn’t been home all day.. She wouldn’t mind if he just looked around for a bit, right? Mike opened the door before stepping into her room, his eyes taking in the sight of the obnoxious amounts of dusty pink and light blue before walking towards her dresser.
Once he was in front of the dresser, he opened one of the drawers to pull out a black skirt and a pair of tights… it wouldn’t hurt to try them on, I mean he’d feel like shit about himself later but it’s not like Nancy would ever know about this.
So he did, he pulled off his pants to slip the black see- through tights overtop of his boxers before pulling the skirt up over his hips.. he felt.. great, he liked how airy and light it felt. And he looked great, the skirt made him look.. pretty… Elegant even. But that good feeling didn’t last long.
How much time did he spend staring at his reflection??, he didn’t even notice the door swinging open..
“Mike??, What are you doing in my room and why are you wearing my clothes??” Uh oh. Mike just froze, Nancy must’ve noticed the panicked face he was making because she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Hey it’s okay I’m not mad, I’m just confused.. please talk to me” Mike sighed. “I just.. I don’t know, I’ve been having really weird thoughts lately..” “like wanting to be a girl.. but i also like being a boy..? It’s confusing.” “And I also don’t feel like either while feeling like both..”
Nancy raised an eyebrow “you lost me.” “L-look I don’t know okay?!? All I know is that I’m a freak.” “A weird freak who wants to wear frilly clothes and prance around like a fag instead of being a normal human being.” Nancy just stared at him, god stop staring please.. “Mike..” Nancy said before pulling him into a hug, as tears he didn’t even notice ran down his face. “You’re not a freak Mike, I love you you’re my little brother and I’ll always love you. Even if you want to wear things other people don’t, or be called something else. I love you, nothing will change that.” “B-but look at me Nancy! I’m different I’m not- this isn’t.. W-what would dad think?!!?” “Is being different really that bad?” “Also I don’t give two fucks about what dad thinks, he won’t know about any of this.”
Mike sniffled, pulling away from the hug. “You promise?” Nancy just gave him a gentle pat on the back. “I promise.” “Just ask before taking my clothes though okay?? I still need this stuff.” “You can keep just that skirt though, it doesn’t fit me anyway.” “Thank you Nancy.” “No problem Mike you’ll always be my brother, or sister that’ll never change.”