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My hometown is a boring place. It's just like any other small town in the
middle of nowhere. We have a single bank, a single general store, a
single restaurant, a single theater showing a variety of movies, and we
have a single doctor. We have everything you would expect from a small
town. What sets us apart from every other small town is our peculiar
tradition.
What could possibly be peculiar about our traditions? Well every year for
one week we force students to wear the clothes of the other gender. Yes,
our parents force us to cross dress.
It's supposed to suppress our hormonal nature and quell interest in the
opposite sex in hopes that we see each other as people. The whole town
gets involved. Everyone helps one another with families competing for the
prestige of having their son or daughter crowned "prettiest boy" or
"handsomest girl". Dads gloat about their sons' dresses and mothers fawn
over their daughters' suits and tuxedos.
I hate this tradition. I hate being forced to do anything. I am my own
person but being your own person in this town puts a target on your back.
For being so liberal we are still pretty conservative when it comes to
differences.
I stick out like a sore thumb. I push boundaries. I make people think. I
make people change their ways. I am my own person but it comes at a
price. I am all but alone in the world.
My friends are into the traditions. They know I can't stand them but they
still drone on with one another about them. They are respectful of me but
they know the real me and don't force the issue. They would rather have
me sit out the traditions than lose me as a friend.
Their parents though hate that I always try to be different and think for
myself. Their sons are their pride and joy and seeing them with me brings
them grief. The boys don't notice it but I do.
Their mothers are no better. This is the one time of year where they get
to dress the boys up like girls and not feel guilty or weird. For a few
mothers taking the boys shopping for panties and bras is as close as they
will get to experiencing this with a daughter.
My friend Parker is one of those boys. His mother had a hysterectomy
after he was born so she can't have any more children. They have thought
about adopting another child but they don't have the time to devote to
the process.
Parker loves his mother immensely and will do whatever he can to make her
feel good including dressing up as a girl for her even when it isn't
crossover week. His father approves of his behavior because his wife's
health matters more than anything. Parker in turn keeps the event inside
and never goes beyond his living room and only comes out in dresses when
the blinds and curtains are closed.
My presence at his house makes things tentative. His parents know what's
really going on with my beliefs and disagree with me but Parker is
drawing on my support more and more as he gets older and getting dressed
gets tougher and tougher for him. His mother knows he is struggling with
becoming a young man and his needs to help her are starting to come at
the cost of himself. I am his support and she sees me as the one who will
help him most so our disagreements over traditions are set aside for
Parker's benefit.
Crossover week is set for mid-January every year. This was intentionally
done so that families have four whole months to get things together once
school starts and five whole months after it to get things back to
normal. It also happens that midterms are taking place the week before so
the week is treated as a skip week by the school allowing us to unwind
and unfurl after weeks of cramming for exams.
It just happens to be that the tension creates for some elaborate outfits
and performances as well as some comedic fails. Those who do better on
exams usually end up getting better dresses and suits and those who did
poorly end up getting ratty, old outfits that are clear hand-me-downs.
The incentive to do well is clear: take exams seriously or it will
reflect upon you for all to see.
My parents know though that I am not going to bother with dressing up. I
always work hard and I always do my best so the incentive just doesn't
exist. Parker keeps me grounded in reality and if not for his support I'd
probably be looking like a drag queen rather than a beauty queen, with my
parents insisting that I participate as punishment.
So the exams are my make-or-break mark. If I do well I get to not
participate. If I do less than well I have to go to school in a long,
flowing evening gown. I had to make sure that I did my best.
The exams passed and I did well on every one of my exams. Mom and dad
were thrilled but still disappointed that I held firm in my beliefs that
I didn't need to participate. They didn't go back on their word, they
told me that I did not have to wear girls' clothing if I didn't want to.
Parker and I worked out the perfect outfits for the week for him. He had
a decent chest and hair that was down to his neck allowing him to pass as
a normal 14-year-old girl. He was a natural with makeup and he had an eye
for fashion but he still needed his mom to help him put on his bra, that
was one thing he never wore when he dressed for her and his dad had long
since forgotten how to wear one himself.
School started off well but once we started to change classes it was
apparent that I was the school oddity again. I was the only person
wearing jeans and a polo shirt. The "boys" were all dressed in suits or
tuxedos. The "girls" were in dresses or skirts with leggings. I was the
only person dressed down like it was any other day.
Once word got around things turned for the worst. The taunting started
immediately with the "boys" telling me how much of a freak I was and
"girls" telling me that I "wasn't man enough" for them. They really got
into character of their temporary genders and it didn't help in the
slightest that the teachers encouraged them to do it.
By the end of third period I had enough and left. I wasn't about to let
them get their jollies and I refused to let the teachers abuse me
anymore. Screw the suspension and detentions, I'm not in the wrong here
and I'll be damned if I am going to put up with it.
Mom was already aware that I was on my way as the principal called her
immediately when I walked out. She didn't need to ask why, she only asked
"are you ready to fight back?" I nodded silently, I was going to get them
as much as they got me.
Mom was protective of me even if she wanted me to be "one of the boys".
There's a line she won't let anyone cross, teasing is one thing but abuse
is another. She would make the school pay.
Dad was less than happy with me when he got home from work. He listened
to my explanation and when he heard that it was being encouraged by the
teachers he got on the phone and called our lawyer and his brother. His
anger was apparent; he wouldn't call them unless he was really pissed off
at someone.
My uncle just happened to be vice principal and was out at a meeting all
day today. To him the coincidence of him not being there and the teachers
abusing me was no coincidence in his or dad's eyes. My uncle is my
staunchest defender and at the first sign of trouble would have stomped
out the problem. Nobody wants him angry especially the teachers.
Dad and our lawyer talked for several hours. My uncle kept me informed
about their discussion and what they came to a conclusion about. I was to
stay home from school the following day as my uncle got the story from
the principal and my teachers, he would then inform dad and our lawyer.
I'd go back to school on Wednesday as normal. The principal was already
aware that I was not coming back the following day and until I showed up
I could not be officially disciplined by the school lest my lawyer go
after them. Simply put, I had a valid reason for leaving school and he
knew it. Uncle would be on him about what happened and would force the
principal to address the problems with me directly.
The principal wasn't a fool. He had to appear to be tough on me but he
knew he didn't have a leg to stand on. The meeting was for show and the
actual discipline would be light. Uncle already talked with him and he
had his hands tied but if there was actual evidence that I was being
abused by students and teachers then he'd have to go easy on me and hard
on them. He was in my corner and he was going to bat for me against the
old time traditionalists.
Tuesday mom and I spent much of the day together. I wouldn't dress up for
her but I did indulge in some mom/son bonding. She tried to called it
mother/daughter bonding but I glared at her making her stop midsentence.
Parker came over after school and was brimming with joy when mom told him
how beautiful he looked in his dress. He spent a good deal of time
working on his hair and makeup and if not for the flat chest he looked
like he could really be a girl. He blushed and tried to change the
subject but there was something a little off about it. Mom picked it up
right away and told me to not dwell on it, it wasn't my right to pry and
Parker would tell me if he wanted to.
When dad came home he sat down with our lawyer and my uncle. Uncle was
angry about what was being said behind my back about me and dad had to
hold him back at times. I knew already what was said, I was to blame and
everyone was innocent except me.
My English teacher claimed that I incited the teasing by refusing to
explain why I wasn't in a dress. That was true, but it was the kids who
were demanding not him. He just sat back and encouraged them to make me
feel miserable.
My math teacher was worse. She came right out and told me that I was a
freak and should be run off. She hated me for two years so I expected her
to do exactly as she did. Uncle knew as well and had heard her complaints
about me for months and if not for his self-control he would have beaten
her to a bloody pulp.
The worst offender was the home economics teacher. He was an effeminate
man who once owned a restaurant but sold it for millions, retiring to a
life of teaching. He moved to our town specifically because of our
tradition and hated anyone who refused to participate, and being the only
one in school who chose not to he swore that unless I went to school in a
dress he would fail me. He was careful to not say that around uncle but
uncle's friends among the teachers let him know exactly what was going
on.
The stage was set. I refused to give in and I refused to wear a dress. I
would not even wear a skirt or blouse or even leggings- I was a boy and I
would not wear them. It was my choice and I wouldn't do it.
Mom drove me in and dad slipped me a miniature recording device which our
lawyer had already told the principal I would be wearing. I actually had
three of them as I knew one would be found at some point in the day so I
hedged my bet. I'd wear one on me that was visible, I'd have one in my
pocket with a small microphone in my shirt, and I had one hidden in my
backpack It felt like I was a spy but it was serious business.
Right away I caught the bullying as I was stopped multiple times by boys
telling me how much of a freak I was for refusing to participate. I
confidently told them to let me pass and captured one of the teachers
telling me to take it like a man and shut up. I suppressed a grin as he
said that, it was enough already to have them by the balls but I wanted
more. I wanted to end the forced participation. I needed more evidence.
I didn't have to wait long as my English teacher made crude remarks about
me not being man enough to wear a dress. I ignored them but he kept at
it, getting the class to join in. I calmly told him that my parents were
aware of what he was saying to me and that they would be informed
prompting him to take away my visible recorder but capturing him say "you
little bastard won't stop this, we are going to get rid of you no matter
what."
I just grinned and told him, "My uncle knows that I am recording this
class and will ask for the recording. If I am unable to produce it, he
will demand to know why and you will be the one to have to explain. He
saw me with it entering and he will be looking for it as I leave." This
shut the man up but he refused to return it, claiming that I had no right
to record the class even though it was allowed by law for all students
especially if it had been pre-cleared by the administration.
Uncle was just outside the door as we left and I nodded to him. I watched
as he went inside and demanded the return of my recorder and listened to
the rants and raves until he calmly told my teacher, "Duly noted and will
be reported. Violation of a student's rights is a serious offense
especially when it is a right guaranteed by law. But being an English
teacher I am sure you will be able to read up on the law before your
disciplinary hearing."
I walked on, with the recorder returned and students now whispering
instead of outright talking about me. It still picked up their
conversations especially the obnoxious chess club boys. For a group of
geeks who nobody wanted they had a lot of gall to insult me for being
different. I guess it's the only chance they have at doing so, so why not
make the most of it.
I am used to them staring at me. I am after all, the school outcast.
Parker is my best friend and if not for him I'd be all alone. Some of the
guys are cool with me and we hang out but it was Parker who was the one
who went above and beyond. He has shown me nothing but kindness and
respect and if he was a girl I'd date him in a heartbeat. But he wasn't,
he was just the boy who cared about me more than anyone else.
Home economics was next and I received a loud, booming, "Get out." I
didn't listen to it, I just sat at my station and waited for him to
slipup. Parker looked at me oddly but I indicated that it was alright
which alleviated his fears.
My teacher came right up to my face and told me "you are a mockery of
this school and all that it stands for. You blatantly slap tradition in
the face and should be banned from attending classes here. I gave up a
lot to come here, I won't have the likes of you insulting others with
your presence. Get out, just get the hell out."
Parker asked why he was acting that way getting a stern, "People like him
make traditions into their own personal things. They are for everyone,
and if you aren't going to participate you don't belong. Freaks like that
don't belong in society, they should be shuttered away and kept
segregated. He doesn't belong in this school and I won't let someone who
doesn't belong stay. Get out and don't come back."
I just smiled and promptly told him, "I'll leave but I'll be here
tomorrow. You won't. Traditions go both ways; they will die out if they
can't be allowed to not be celebrated or altered. And if you can't be
open to people not accepting traditions or that are different you have no
business being a teacher. You are just a bully with a paycheck."
I walked right to the principal's office and handed over a copy of the
recording in class. My uncle was already there with dad and our lawyer
and all four listened to what happened. I was informed that I wasn't in
trouble for what happened and that Parker texted that I handled the
situation "like a real man and not some overgrown boy." He always had a
way with words especially about me.
The principal's mouth dropped open upon hearing the recording of what
happened in home economics with our lawyer telling him "this ends now.
He's being pulled out for his own safety and we will file suit against
your school. I am sorry but you are losing three good teachers. The
school has no right to force participation in this tradition especially
if the student is uncomfortable and/or makes his or her feelings known
that they choose not to participate."
The principal sighed heavily and announced, "This will end the
tradition." Dad countered with, "Some traditions need to end. No child
should be made to feel like an outsider because they don't want to join
in on the festivities. The children should always come first, and I know
for a fact that he isn't the only one in this school who feels the same
way."
I asked pointedly, "How many others feel the same way?" Dad grinned and
told me, "100 students, 300 parents." The principal gasped at the number
blurting out, "That's almost half the school!" Dad nodded, adding,
"That's the numbers we know of, likely it's close to 2/3rds of the
students and just as many parents."
Uncle adds, "The only reason the tradition hasn't died a natural death
was bullies forcing their views that it should continue. The kids are
fine with gender roles; they don't need this to learn about how boys or
girls live. It went beyond the original meaning, it's now just a glamor
show for a few select shops. It's no coincidence that those shops happen
to control the town council and mayor."
I nodded in agreement. The principal and our lawyer were quietly
thinking. I added, "If I'm going to be removed from the school I at least
want it to be for something that I did. I want everyone to know why I did
it. I am already the school outcast, I don't care anymore."
The principal nodded in agreement and hammered out a deal. I was going to
be withdrawn, being homeschooled for the rest of the year and then attend
private school. This school would not take any crap from any parent no
matter how much money they had and being independent from the town the
businesses had no sway over them.
Dad signed off on it. Our lawyer told the principal he was filing a
lawsuit for x amount of money which the principal had agreed to. It was
several million dollars and paid for my education in full for the next
eight years and bought me a new house for when I graduated college but it
was worth it.
The next day the news that our home economics teacher was fired for his
actions spread like wildfire throughout the school. I was blamed for it
all but the principal made it clear that his actions were abusive,
abhorrent, and inexcusable. Further my English and math teachers were
reassigned to other classes, with both being assigned the worst students
for the rest of the year. Neither would be retained after this year with
each barely escaping being outright fired for their actions.
Naturally my appearance at the assembly pissed off most of the students
but I ignored them. The principal made it clear why I was there: I was
making a big announcement. They shut up quickly but glared at me.
I got up and announced, "Per agreement with the school district the
annual tradition of crossover week is ended. Students will no longer be
forced to wear the clothing of their opposing gender again. What started
as a way of making boys understand girls has been corrupted into a
commercial holiday and the true meaning lost. Your own actions during
this assembly shows why it needs to end- what you did to me as I entered
goes against everything this tradition was meant to stop."
I sat down and to the shock of all in the room an old man and woman got
up to the podium. Both looked at me and nodded. The man said loudly, "We
started this tradition 75 years ago to help us understand our siblings
during a time of personal change. Girls were growing breasts and boys
were betting bigger and stronger and we didn't understand one another
anymore. We thought that if we lived life as our sisters and brothers for
a week we might understand them better."
The woman added, "We moved away 25 years ago after we retired and have
not returned since. That was until we were asked by our grandsons and
great-grandson to come. Well after listening to what your teachers have
said about our great-grandson we are appalled at what you have twisted
our meager week of understanding into. You turned it into a week of pure
commercialism and vanity, you ignored the meaning of tolerance and
understanding. The only one this week who has shown any real
understanding of this week is our great-grandson. This tradition ends
now."
She was fiery. For a woman in her 90s she acted like a person in her 60s
or even younger. Cheers went up from around the auditorium as the once
silent majority started to speak. The one person who I had hoped would
cheer the most was silent. I saw Parker in tears.
As the assembly ended the principal received constant complaints from the
vocal minority but he gladly told the crowd of complainers, "The ones who
started the tradition have every right to end it and I agree with them.
This ends now. Tomorrow is the last day of crossover week and will be the
last time we celebrate it. No more discussion, it's over."
Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa hugged and kissed me when we left. Parker
came over and asked to speak with me in private at his house. My great-
grandparents whispered to me, "He has something important to tell you
after all this time. Support him no matter what he says." I got the
meaning and I think I already knew what Parker wanted to say.
At Parker's house he broke down and told me, "I loved this holiday. It
was the only time I could be the real me! I want to be a girl, I need to
be a girl! I don't have the courage to be out like you do, I can't live
as a boy anymore. I can already feel myself becoming a man and I hate
it."
I sat him, sorry her, down and told her, "I love you no matter what you
do. You are my friend and the only one who truly supports me." I leaned
in and kissed her, stopping her tears and opening up her eyes to what I
meant. I did love her, and she loved me. We were a boy and a girl, and it
was fate that kept us together.
Parker came out to her mother getting a big sigh of relief from her. Her
father was saddened to lose his son but happy that his daughter was going
to stop being someone she wasn't just for his sake. They saw that we were
together as more than friends and gave their blessing, I was "safe" in
their eyes and if Parker loved me then they'd love me too.
I took Parker to my house and told my parents about Parker's revelation.
Dad was fine with it, as was mom. They didn't trust other girls and were
glad that we cared about each other so much especially during this
emotionally trying times.
Uncle nodded in approval and suggested that Parker go to the same school
I was going to go to next year. Our lawyer added that Parker should
consider doing as I was doing with home school so she could transition in
peace instead of enduring the troubles of school. Her mother approved and
we were set to study together, albeit with strict parental oversight so
we didn't do anything unbecoming.
Parker's parents and my parents sat us down and after all of the
emotional stress of the announcement had passed asked me pointedly, "Why
all the fuss about a dress?" I simply drew a sharp breath and announced,
"I wore them for 13 years until I came out to you that I needed to become
a boy. I swore to you that I'd never wear one again and I am holding true
to that word. I am a boy and I will not wear a dress! I am a boy, not a
girl but a boy!"
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