new blue dress;dyle

1: Macklemore Goes Thrift Shopping

It all started with that shopping trip.

It was sophomore year and I had no intention of spending my last days of school without vengeance on these old, cranky men and women forcing me to endure the physical torture called school.

So we plotted - we, meaning Kyle, Woody, Will, and myself. It had been decided on the Sunday morning before the last week of school that us boys would be going shopping for some feminine apparel at the mall, mere minutes away from our current destination.

We were gathered at my place, all sprawled out in the living room.

Kyle had his head hanging off the ottoman, while Woody laid comfortably on the carpet. Will and I had been sitting for so long, our bums were surely printed on the couch cushions. We were honestly bored out of our minds. Maybe that's why we came up with such a ludicrous idea- because we were craving that need for... What? Adrenaline? Excitement?

More like attention.

It was none other than Kyle who proposed the idea. "We should all go shopping for skirts and dresses and wear them on the last day," he laughed. "I'll bet we can sure get a laugh out of that."

We all agreed, as weird as it sounded.

So Kyle packed all five of us into his moms minivan and drove to the shopping center.

The car ride was rather amusing. It consisted of me blushing while Kyle told the story of how I fell in his pool and my trunks fell off, and how his sister had to fish them out for me. And Will continued with the story of how he waxed Woody's legs while he was asleep. I was folding into laughter while Woody shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his calf, as to commemorate all of the hairs that lost their battles in the wrath of Will's waxing.

We eventually concluded our story telling session, only to find ourselves thriving the inside of the mall.

Pretty soon, we had cruised the entire mall, receiving weird looks from cashiers and shoppers. We didn't mind, though. We were just some kids looking forward to messing around.

At last, there was the small, second hand store at the back of the mall, that had a plethora of cheap clothes and cute vintage knick knacks as well.

Kyle was the first to purchase his item. He got a loose, short skirt. It was black, and surprisingly, it fit my taste. Woody has chosen a plaid one, which I teased him about. I said he looked like a Scottish man wearing a kilt. Kyle asked him where his bagpipes were. Will chose a white chiffon skirt that made him look quite a lot like a gladiator. The resemblance was uncanny.

And then there remained little old me, torn between choosing the regular, plain skirt, or the brown corduroy button up, or the other light blue one.

As a male 16 year old, it's normal not to have any interest in things like these. Girl things.

But before I knew it, I was trying on the skirt. And a dress. Make that two dresses!

My peers were worried, of course, as I spent several minutes under the fluorescent light of a dressing room. Even I grew concerned, because honestly- it felt so right!

I never minded boy clothes, but this was something so much more than a band tee and jeans. This made me feel like I could rule the world- like I was powerful. It made me feel confident, like I was Beyoncé.

The corduroy skirt wrapped pleasantly around my thighs, while the loose ones flaunted my knees and calves. I felt so strangely feminine, and slightly ashamed at the same time. So far, everyone knew I was openly questioning, but now, this was something else. This was my epiphany. This was the day that I realized that I didn't want to be a boy anymore.

Man, were they shocked when I came out of there. Three skirts, six dresses, and a necklace, too! Good thing the store was cheap, or else I would've ended up sacrificing these pretty outfits for my wallets' sake.

I swear they all stopped breathing when they saw me walk out of the store, with the three bags full of clothes. Girl clothes.

God knows what my mother would say. What my sister would say...

All I know is that when I climbed in the car without a single word, Kyle have me a pat on the back and leaned in to whisper something.

"I knew it."

Yes I just wrote a trans Dan fan fic. This is what my life has become.