Friday
10th of May, 2003 - A mortifying experience
I am not leaving my room again. Ever. Mum can try as hard as she wants, but I am not leaving. Not until this sex changing thing stops.
Preferably now.
I was shopping - for clothes, as irony would have it - today. The time had come where I looked amongst my clothes and went, 'I have nothing to wear that isn't worn out or too small'. I hate shopping for clothes.
Fortunately I managed to do without Mum coming with me. She'd pick out all the lastest fashions and stuff for me to wear. Stuff that is completely puke-worthy, not to mention cold and hideous. Give me a decent pair of jeans any day. And by decent I don't mean those stupid hip things that look like they're going to fall off at any moment.
So there I am, shopping for clothes, when I start getting these weird looks from people. And for some reason my underwear is feeling rather tight. Guess that's next on the list, new underwear.
And then this guy comes over. And he is cute. And I mean cute. And he starts up conversation with me. And I go to reply to his greeting and my voice sounds deeper than usual. Weird.
It took me a while but it suddenly clicked. I had turned into a guy again.
Gee, no wonder I was getting weird looks! They probably all thought I was gay - a guy dressing in girls clothes and looking through girls clothes and...
Oh my gosh. A gay guy was trying to chat me up.
Maybe one day I will look back on this day and laugh. But right now I was sooooo embarrassed! I made an excuse, grabbed some clothes and headed to the change rooms. There was no point in me changing, of course, because none of them would fit me not that I was a guy.
And a very solidly built guy at that. If I saw me walking down the street...
Okay, no, I won't go there. The territory I'm walking on is dangerous enough.
The good news is, however, I changed back soon, and I was able to actually try on the clothes. And as it turned out, new underwear was definitely on the list. Guys with football player physiques should never wear underwear from girls half their size. My underwear was ruined. Ripped apart I tell you, ripped apart! And my jeans weren't looking too healthy either.
But hey, my Mum will be happy. She'll think I finally bought myself some rip jeans...