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Taylor Takes Ballet
Part 2
My first day of class was exhausting! There were 12 girls in the
class, and me. Two of the girls were in class for the first time
while the rest of them were 2nd years students. I decided that I was
going to love it almost immediately! The girls' outfits were so
pretty; all different colors of leotards and tights, my outfit looked
so drab in comparison. The girls were so friendly to me, and quickly
took me in as one of their own. After a few minutes of warming up,
Miss Ellen came into the room and clapped her hands.
"OK, girls, let's move over to the bar and start stretching. Taylor -
I realize we have a boy in class now, so please excuse me for
referring to you all as 'girls,' I don't mean anything by it. It's
just a quicker way for me to get everybody's attention."
"That's OK, Miss Ellen - I won't take it personally."
With that, we all lined up at the bar and starting stretching; I could
tell immediately that I had a long way to go to be as flexible as the
other students but they were so nice and helpful. There was a girl
named Ashley who I thought had the cutest outfit; she was wearing a
baby blue leotard, and sheer black tights which she wore over the
leotard. She came over to me at the break and told me that if I
positioned my right leg closer to the bar that it would give me more
flexibility; I tried it, and she was 100% right! "Wow, thanks so much
Ashley, that really helps! By the way, I love your outfit, it's so
cute! I've never seen the tights worn over the leotard like that, it
looks so different."
"Yeah, I find that it gives me a greater range of movement wearing the
tights this way, and it's a bit more comfortable."
"It's a really cute look, and I love the color of the leotard! Mine
is so drab in comparison."
"Thanks, you're so sweet! We had a boy on class last year who
preferred the girls leotard and tights to the boys, he liked the style
so much better and he said the girls selections fit him much better.
It sounds like you might like that better too, I'm sure that Miss
Ellen would be OK with it if you asked her. None of the parents were
bothered by it, and of course us girls thought it was so fun to help
him pick out his outfits!"
"Wow, do you really think it would be OK? I mean I do love the look
of the girls' outfits much better and it would be a lot of fun to try
them, but wouldn't everybody think I was weird or gay or something?"
"Taylor, honey - don't worry about that. Let's you and I talk with
Miss Ellen after class and see what she says." Wow - I was so excited
that I was speechless!
"So, how'd class go Taylor?" my mom asked when I walked in and plunked
down on the sofa.
"It was fun, I guess."
"OK, you want to tell me what's wrong, sweetie."
"Well, it's just that all of the girls get to wear such pretty
outfits; there were so many different styles and colors of leotards
and tights, and one of the girls who was wearing the cutest outfit
could tell that I was envious of her and the rest of the girls and
suggested we talk to Miss Ellen after class about it."
"Oh?" she said. "So what did you talk about?"
Well, I told her what some of the other girls said, that having more
tight fitting clothing gives you more flexibility, and that I liked
how their outfits looked and wanted to explore trying out some outfits
that are more traditionally made for girls instead of my black and
white t-shirts and baggy tights.
Suddenly, I was afraid because it looked like my mom was getting
upset. "Taylor, I think it's OK for you to sometimes wear soft and
pretty clothes here at home, but some people are not as open to boys
dressing in clothing that is meant for the opposite sex. Your ballet
class is a public place and there are parents and other students who
might get upset if you come to class in girls clothing, I'm afraid
you're going to have to stick with gender norms. What did the teacher
say?"
I felt like crying but I held it together and told her all about how
there was a boy named Kris in class last year who wore girls leotards
and how the rest of the girls thought it was so cool and even the
parents praised him for not being afraid to be himself and stray
outside of gender norms. She was suspicious still but agreed to speak
with Miss Ellen the next day.
When I left school the next day, my mom was waiting outside of school
in her car and called me over. "Hey mom, how come you're not at
work?"
"Taylor dear, I decided to take the rest of the afternoon off because
I felt so terrible about how our conversation went last night. I
started thinking about it when I went to bed, and decided to pay a
visit to Miss Ellen in person. We spent a great deal of time talking
about your situation; she is such a warm and intelligent woman. She
could tell without asking me that you had an unusual interest in the
girls ballet clothing, without me even telling her that you like to
dress up at home sometimes. Anyway, before she bought the ballet
studio, she spent many years as a child psychologist, and often worked
with children that had gender issues. She believes it is healthy to
explore 'crossing over' into the female gender as you are doing, and
feels that our society is too tied in to gender stereotypes which is
unhealthy for many children who do not fit neatly into them. She was
very sensitive to not telling me how to raise my children, but at the
same time helped me to see how damaging it could be to not allow you
to explore your feminine side. So - she would be thrilled if we
wanted to stop by her shop after school and she would help you pick
out whatever outfits you wanted to try on. What do you say?"
Well, I couldn't say anything. I was completely dumbstruck. Instead,
I just started to cry and hugged my mom. I have always felt so much
like a freak, and to know that my mother and ballet teacher accepted
me and encouraged me to be myself was such a relief. I felt like a
new person as I thanked my mom and told her how much I loved her.
Before I knew it, we were walking into the Danskin store and to my
surprise, Miss Ellen was there with my sister Courtney, and my friends
from class Ashley and Tiffany. I was immediately embarrassed and as
my mind tried to from an excuse for what I was doing there, Tiffany
was the first one to speak up. She ran over to me and said, "Hey,
Taylor - I'm so glad that you worked things out with Miss Ellen,
didn't I tell you how cool and understanding she would be?" I just
smiled and told her she was right and that I was glad to have a friend
like her! I gave my sis a strange look which she picked up on. "Mom
told me about her meeting with Miss Ellen and I decided I had join my
little 'sis' on her first girly shopping excursion! I wouldn't miss
it for the world!" I couldn't believe this was happening! It was
like a dream come true. Just then Tiffany and Ashley grabbed me by
the arm and said "let's get shopping girl!"
The next thing I knew, I was being inundated with an assortment of
tights, leotards, skirts and shoes in various shades of pink, white,
blue, black, and yellow and the girls were all arguing over which ones
would look cutest on me. They were also using feminine pronouns to
refer to me, which was making me feel a little strange. Tiffany would
say, "I think brighter colors would look better with her slender
figure," while I overheard Courtney saying "She would look adorable in
this yellow leotard!" Finally, I spoke up and said, "Girls, first of
all I'm not a girl, so I don't know why you're referring to me as one.
Secondly, do I have a say in any of this?" They laughed and
apologized but explained how excited they were be helping me on my
first girly shopping excursion and were starting to see me as one of
the girls but would try and remember that I actually was a boy. With
all of the outfits that they had laid out, I had some difficult
choices to make - and I didn't want to take advantage of my mother's
generous offer by spending too much of her money!
So, I decided on 3 leotards - I figured that I would always need a
classic black and white and Miss Ellen agreed. These were the
foundations that I could always go to for practices. The yellow one
was a little too girly for me, as it had lace edging around the
sleeves and neckline, so I chose the blue which was a nice light baby
blue color. I thought that it could be worn with either white or
black tights and I selected a pair of tights in each of those colors.
I also allowed myself to get a little more "girly" and selected a pair
in pink, which I thought would be cute with the white leotard. So, in
total I had 3 pairs of tights and 3 leotards which I thought would be
OK since we had 3 practices per week and so I would be able to rotate
the leotards and then wash them over the weekend.
They were all the same size, so Miss Ellen suggested I pick one of the
outfits to try on; I selected the black leotard and white tights since
that was the most "classic" ballet look, and she led me to the
dressing room. I removed my jeans, t-shirt, and socks and removed the
tights from the package. I thought back to the first time I had tried
on a pair of my sister's pantyhose, several years earlier, and the
sheer panic (no pun intended!) when I shredded the delicate nylon
fabric as I attempted to pull the pantyhose up my leg. Since then I
had watched a YouTube video about how to property put on a pair of
pantyhose so as not to get a run in them. In the video, the woman
suggested wearing gloves so that you wouldn't accidentally get a run
in the hose with your fingernails; but my nails were pretty short so
that was never an issue for me. Anyway, I digress. The point is that
I thought to myself as I gathered the tights up and slowly rolled them
up my legs, I am glad that I know how to put these on, it would be
embarrassing to get a run in the tights in front of all the girls!
One thing I noticed that was different was that there was an opening
in the bottom of the foot. At first I thought it was a defect in the
tights, but both feet had them in the same place which confused me.
None of the pantyhose I ever wore had something similar to that.
Otherwise, they fit perfectly so I picked up my black leotard and
stepped into it. The sensation I got from the soft, cottony tights on
my legs and then the feeling of the stretchy leotard as I slowly
pulled it up my legs and over my bare chest was intoxicating. I never
wanted to take it off....
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