Manvi_Sharma00
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So, my mom is sad. Really sad. Like, dramatic "I need therapy and a latte at 2 AM" sad. And apparently, her brilliant solution is to force her son to crossdress. Yep. Me.
Skirts, sarees, heels, makeup-all the things a normal teen dreams of doing... except I didn't.
She says it'll make her happy. I say it's mildly traumatizing, thanks.
And somehow, I'm expected to walk around in dresses with a smile while pretending this is perfectly normal. Spoiler alert: it's not.
...Welcome to my life as I never imagined it-pretty, awkward, and completely my own.