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I am not a lady

A story where a boy finds his true colors.

By Burnt BaguettesPublished 3 years ago 12 min read
I am not a lady
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

This is an idea is from me watching short films that had to do with gender identity and all that and then this is also from me singing line without a hook wrong. I sing "I am not a lady and I am just a frog without legs," in place of this part of the song "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy.".

Genetics, hormonal influences during prenatal development, and environmental factors may be involved. The onset of gender dysphoria is often during early childhood. While the exact mechanisms are unclear, we do know that when children are born, they are assigned a sex based upon their physical anatomy.

The term "transgender" refers to a person whose sex assigned at birth (i.e. the sex assigned by a physician at birth, usually based on external genitalia) does not match their gender identity (i.e., one's psychological sense of their gender). Some people who are transgender will experience "gender dysphoria," which refers to psychological distress that results from an incongruence between one's sex assigned at birth and one's gender identity. Though gender dysphoria often begins in childhood, some people may not experience it until after puberty or much later.

Hi, welcome this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, stayed hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. /) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.


"But mamma I don't want to wear a dress," Oliver said as she threw off the outfit his mother had given him to wear to the sleepover party thing Christian was hosting. Oliver was not even a day over five. Caille, Oliver’s mom, looked at him confused.

"Do you want to wear a different dress?" Caille asked, not quite sure what Oliver was getting at. Oliver shook his head stubbornly and stomped his foot as a five-year-old does.

"No, I want to wear the clothes that Christian wears," Oliver said and Caille nodded. Christian was Oliver’s best friend since they were in cribs.

"Let's go over to Christian's house and ask if we can borrow some clothes and then after the wedding we can buy some of your own," Caille said and Oliver got all excited. Caille put a shirt on Oliver and some random shorts. Caille gets a ponytail holder for Oliver and is putting her hair up.

"I don't want my hair like that," Oliver said and she took the ponytail holder out of her hair. Caille put it in a bun and then put a hat on Oliver's head.

"Is that good?" She asked Oliver and Oliver nodded with excitement. Cailee grabbed Oliver's hand and they walked out of Oliver's bedroom.

"Doesn't Oliver look so nice, Gabriel?" Caille asked her eldest son child thing, who was fourteen.

"Yes," Gabriel said as he pulled Oliver's hat down over his eyes. Oliver smiled and then they walked out the door. They then made it to their next-door neighbor's house, Christian, and knocked on the door.

"You both are early," Toni, Christian's mother, said as she opened the door and let them in.

"Yeah, Oliver just wanted to borrow some of Christian's clothes for the sleepover hangout thing tonight," Cailee said and Toni smiled and nodded.

"Christian is in his room, so you can go say hi to him and ask him for some closed," Toni said and Oliver bowed and ran up to Christian's room. Toni and Caille sat at the dining room table, to chat about the local motherly gossip, you know as mothers do.

"So why did you both come so early? I did say six in the afternoon, didn't I?" Toni asked and Caille laughed.

"Yeah you did, but Oliver wanted to wear the clothes Christian wears instead of a dress," Cailee simply said. It wasn't a big ordeal to her, so she didn't make a big deal out of it. If her child didn't want to wear a dress and instead something else, she's fine with that.

"Ah nice," Toni said back. And then the two of them sat in silence for a bit. Neither of them knew what to say next.

"Do you know why?" Toni asked Caille. Caille thought a bit about what has been happening recently in their lives. Oliver had been more attracted to the stereotypical boy clothes and she's always wanted to be more like her best friends.

"Oliver's has been saying that she (I am gonna use she/her pronouns at the beginning of the story for spice you know) wants to be more like her brother and like Christian. She says she wants short hair like them, she wants to dress like them and a lot more," Caille said and Toni nodded, she was listening with all ears.

"Do you think maybe she wants to be a boy or?" Toni asked and Caille nodded. As much as she loved having a daughter, she wanted her child to be happy with themselves more than anything, so she would be fine with it.

"Maybe. I will have to ask her today or tomorrow or something," Caille said and Toni nodded and agreed with her statement. (Now we go back in time a bit).

"Christian! Christian!" Oliver said, running up the stair and into Christian's room. Christian looked up and got off his lightning McQueen bed sheets and he went to hug Oliver.

"Can I borrow some clothes? I want to look just like you!" Oliver said and Christian smiled. Christian handed Oliver some clothes and went to go make his bed as Oliver did so. After they both were done with that, they sat on the bed.

"Christian, I want to be a boy," Oliver said and Christian laughed.

"Oliver. You already are one!" Christian said. This five-year-old was doing better than like the whole fucking world on being a supportive friend. Oliver had told Christian this before, so Christian started saying he/him when referring Oliver for such a long time now.

"Oo, can we go tell Mamma and Mrs. T?" Oliver said, he was talking about his mother and Christian's mother.

"Yes, we can! Let's go!" Christian said and the two of them walked hand and hand, as besties should, down the stairs.

"Mamma!" Oliver yelled as they stood in front of the table together. Caille raised an eyebrow signaling for Oliver to tell her what she was going to say,

"I am a boy!" Oliver said and Caille didn't look at all surprised and Toni had an "I told you so look on her face," and they smiled.

"That's great sweetie. How about we get you a haircut, so you can look exactly like Christian?" Cailee said with a smile and Oliver nodded.

The years went on and now Oliver was going into the ninth grade at fourteen years old. It is his first day of school and yeah. Time skip to right as his mother drops him off.

"Have a nice day sweetie," Caille said, and then she drove off. Oliver pulled out his schedule. He only had two classes for today. One being math class and the other being physical education. Oliver sighed and then found his locker number and put in the code that he was given.

"Hey, new kid. What do you think you are doing here?" A voice said and Oliver turned around. He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I am here to do school. Why else would I be here?" Oliver said in the deepest voice he could muster up.

"Ah me too lol. You have a nice day and don't fuck with the popular kids who think they are the shit," The person said and they left. Oliver just shook his head and headed to his math class. Oliver made it to class and he sat in the back of the class. The class loaded in and then they started to learn.

"Does anyone know the answer to this problem?" Mrs. Kellnerein asked. Oliver raised his hand and she told him to come up front. And he did so.

"Well if you carry the x and then divide it by seventy-two you get the answer and the minus that by what you got beforehand," Oliver said as he finished writing it on the board. The teacher looked impressed at the author's ability to be so damn vague because I am too lazy to get a math problem.

"Thank you, Oliver. You may go back to your seat now," Mrs. Kellnerein said with a smile. Oliver did just that. He walked down the aisle of the classroom and back to his seat. Well tried to. Some ass wipe in the back of the class tripped him and Oliver fell. No one laughed, in fact, people were rushing to help him up.

"This is going to be one interesting school to be in," Oliver said to himself as he was helped up by someone he didn't know.

"Are you okay?" The person asked as they helped him back to his seat. Oliver nodded and the person gave them a thumbs up and they went back to where they were sitting and so did a few others who were also trying to help Oliver up.

"Next thing is-," Mrs. Kellnerein continued on with her boring lecture and Oliver's mind just thought of random things that had to do with school and gym class and all that. So far school was pretty nice and fun.

"That's the bell, so it's time for you all to pack up and head to your next class and final class of the day," Mrs. Kellnerein said and everyone bolted for the doors. Oliver slowly packed up his stuff and went to Mrs. Kellnerein's desk to ask her something.

"Is there any homework for today?" Oliver asked and she shook her head no.

"Since it is your first day and everyone's first day back from Christmas break, no. There will be homework next week though," Mrs. Kellnerein said and Oliver nodded and walked out of the class. He had started late in the semester for some reason. Oliver walked out of the class.

"Now where is gym class?" He asked himself as he looked around the school. He saw a door that said gym class, so he went in there. He was then yelled at that he had to go change, so he did that. He nervously walked into the boy's locker room. He kept to himself and quickly tried to change his shirt. Note tried.

"Cute binder," A person said and Oliver nodded shyly.

"I really like the rainbows on it," They said and Oliver smiled. Everyone in this school was very nice and he liked it a lot.

"Thank you," He said with a smile and the two of them went back to change. Everyone pilled out of the locker rooms and yeah.

"Let's run some laps!" The coach said as she began to run the laps with the students. Oliver was the first one to start running and he kept a pretty slow pace in his opinion, but apparently, he was going too fast. Oliver was the first to finish the three laps and he sat down and drank some water.

"We need to put you on the track team," The coach said with a smile as she patted Oliver on the back.

"Haha, thank you for the offer, but no thanks," Oliver said with a smile and the coach's face turned to a frown.

"I don't really like team things and competitive stuff, only if I have to. I like running in my free time," Oliver said and she nodded and went off to go help the whole rest of the class. The rest of the class went well and then it was lunch and then home time. Overall Oliver had a pretty good day at school.

"How was your day at school?" Caille asked her son as he got in the car, Oliver smiled.

"It was really well actually, I can't wait for tomorrow," Oliver said with a smile and laugh as they drove home.

A few more years passed and days and months passed and it was now prom time. It's the day of prom (a formal dance held by a high school at the end of the academic year, typically for students in their junior or senior year) and Christian and Goerge are getting ready to go together. Time skip to that. Time skip brought to you by this story coming to an end soon.

"Come on Oliver, I still need to get dressed," Christian complained. He and his best friend were going to prom together and the prom was in less than an hour and Oliver was taking hours in the bathroom.

"Sorry, sorry," Oliver said with a smile as he came out in a light blue suit.

"I had no clue how to tie a tie," Oliver said with a laugh and Christian smiled and helped him tie the tie.

"Thank you, now you got to get dressed," Oliver said and he pushed Christian intogotten the bathroom. Oliver's voice was a lot deeper than it has ever been. He was so happy. Oliver sat on Christian's lighting McQueen bed and laid back on it with a smile. He was so glad the two of them never stopped being friends though out the years of life.

"Hurry up. You have been in there for a while now," Oliver said as he grabbed his bag with snacks in case the prom had some shity ass snacks because that's how events are nowadays.

"You took three decades and I only took like one minute," Christian said as he came out of the restroom while putting on his shoes. After they were both finally situated. They walked hand and hand down the stairs, just like that one time all those years ago or like two thousand words ago if you are into that.

"Aww you both look very handsome," Toni said and Caille agreed as they fixed their son's hair and all of the stuff the two of them didn't pay attention to.

"You make sure to look out for each other and don't forget to have fun," Caille said as he brought Oliver into a bone-crushing mother-like hug. Oliver hugged back.

"If you fuck this up I will burn your lighting McQueen bedsheets," Toni said, and then she hugged Christian. Christian was not about to fuck this prom up. He loved his lighting McQueen bedsheets almost as much as he loved his family and Oliver.

"The uber is here," Christian said as he looked outside and the two walked out the door and waved to their parents.

"They grow up so fast," Caille said as she wiped a tear that strayed from her eyes. Toni nodded.

"Anyway. My level on candy crush is higher than yours-," Toni was interrupted by Caille.

"Not ist not," Caille said back and now we go to our handsome eighteen-year-olds going to prom.

"An uber, very classy," Oliver said sarcastically. Christian smiled as they got out at the school.

"Only the best for you my dearest," Christian said and they walked into the prom.

"I'm out. They only have cheese and crackers for food," Oliver said as he attempted to walk out. Christian grabbed his arm and lead him to the dance floor.

"Just one dance and then we can go eat pointless junk food that will probably be detrimental to our health in the future," Christian joked with a smile. Oliver laughed and let Christian take him to the dance floor. They danced for a while like they were the only ones there. The two of them had come so far in life together and they planned to spend the rest of their lives together.

"Your one of the best friends I could ever ask for," Oliver whispered into Christian's chest and Christian smiled and big and bright smile and then kissed the smaller boy's head.

"Thank you. You are too," Christian said and after a few minutes, they were done slow dancing.

"Let's get out of here," Oliver said and Christian agreed with a nod. And the two of them went to eat junk food and would end up having health problems at twenty-five.

Ya, that's about it. If anybody actually reads this, you request if you want. Bye and always remember this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and gotten enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.


About the Creator

Burnt Baguettes

I like to write sad, dystopian lesbian love stories. That is all you really need in life.

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