Mynock2

There's something about me that my friends don't know. They don't know that I get dressed every day, hating what I see.  They don't know that I slouch and wear baggy shirts to hide my chest.  They don't know that I felt sick inside on all those occasions I had to wear a dress.  They don't know that I desperately wanted to wear a suit.  That I wanted to be handsome and not pretty.  They don't know that being called "ma'am" makes me want to scream.  They don't know that I've felt this way since they've known me, and even before then.  My friends don't know that I want to be a boy. And I don't know if I'm ready to tell them.