My First Day With Mom
MY FIRST DAY WITH MOM By Lisa Lovelace I was fourteen when Dad left us. He and Mom had a horrible fight one day, screaming at each other in the living room. I felt terrible, because the fight was about me. Dad came home early from work that day and caught me wearing a dress. If I was a girl, it would have been fine, but I was a boy. Not much of one - I was short and skinny, with no body hair or muscles. But I was a boy, and boys did not wear girls' clothes, not ever. At least not...