Disguised in Skirts (Part 2)
Transgender FictionPart Two, By Clare Cavendish
By the time his mother had permed his blonde hair into little curls - a process he only agreed to when she promised that he would not have to wear ribbons anymore, and he had gradually got more accustomed to wearing skirts and being introduced to everyone as Rita, the problem of his schooling arose.
"We'll have no problem getting you into a school next term," his mother assured him.
"But I can't go to a girl's school!" Roger protested, "I'd never get away with it. What about games - showers and things?"
"My closest friend at University is now a headmistress at one of the best girl's schools in Manchester. I'm going to see her tomorrow. I'm shall tell her the whole story. I'm sure she will be able to help - she's always been a very resourceful lady."
The next day Roger was left in the flat on his own while his mother went to see her old friend. He was wearing a little blue skirt and a white frilly blouse that had taken his mother's fancy in Debenham's earlier in the week.
Indeed, she hardly ever went out these days without coming back with some pieces of female clothing for Roger to wear. She seemed to be enjoying having a daughter!
Roger was sitting in the bay window watching the traffic going by when he heard the door bell ring. His heart started thumping - should he answer? He waited. Again it rung. Reluctantly, his knees almost knocking, he went into the hall and slowly opened the door a little. Outside was a girl of a similar age. She was dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hi," she smiled.
"I live in the flat underneath. My name's Polly and I wondered if you would like to come down ad play. What's your name?"
"Rog�er, Rita," he corrected quickly.
"That's a nice name," she smiled. "Do you want to come and play?"
""I can't. My mother's out and she said I wasn't to leave the flat while she was away."
"Oh, well, never mind - perhaps tomorrow," she suggested.
"Yes, perhaps tomorrow," Roger agreed. "Goodbye"
"Goodbye," she grinned as Roger closed the door again. This was something he'd never though about - he would be expected to play with other little girls as if he was a real one!
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