My First Dress
By Jennifer Wilson
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My Mother was terribly sweet about it, but I think she was worried inside about my enthusiasm. The play was over, but I was still acting as Alice. I didn't want to stop being the little girl.
Eventually I had to go and get changed, and then a feeling of great embarrassment came over me. I knew I had pushed it too far, I had let down my guard, and the pangs of guilt stayed with me throughout the summer holidays
I never got the chance to do it again. My voice broke soon after and my days in the choir were gone. I don't know if my father had said something to the school or not, but for some reason I was never chosen to play a girl again. I was in two other plays and a pageant, but each time I had to play male parts while other boys, who didn't appreciate it, were forced into skirts. God, how I envied them!
Unfortunately I also couldn't ever be Alice again. I tried in a roundabout way, to find out what happened to my costume but I think my Mother threw it away. I remember being invited to a fancy dress party the following year and suggesting, in a joking manner, about going as Alice. My mother just ignored it.
"Why don't you go as a cowboy", she said, and I did.
The End
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