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>few years ago
>in HS
>always been small: soft face, narrow shoulders, 5'6, long hair I never cut
>need PE to graduate but boys' class is hell, bigger guys shove and trip me hard enough to bruise
>coach notices and moves me to girls' PE
>says it's for my own safety
>first day I show up in my usual shorts and tee. coach says I have to follow uniform policy and hands me the girls' set
>girls shrug and let me use a stall. the shorts actually fit better, clinging to my legs and hips in a way that makes me self-conscious
>they're curious at first but chill. one compliments how smooth my legs are and laughs when I admit I barely have hair. next week she casually offers a spare razor like it's not a big deal, casually mentions most of them shave for sports
>I shave that night, telling myself it's just practical
>things shift fast. running drills I feel lighter. girls include me in stretches, fix my posture, braid my hair during breaks so it stays out of my face
>by week three I'm comfortable in the uniform. after a month they playfully tease that I'm more like one of the girls
>they start suggesting small things: keep hair tied back, use lotion after practice. one day after class a couple corner me giggling with a makeup bag
>"just a quick experiment!" they say
>they dab on light blush, mascara, and gloss. they coo about how cute and natural I look
>I want to hide though
>class ends soon but a couple girls walk with me still teasing about the makeup.
>next week I stop fighting the uniform completely
>I start wearing girly deodorant
>a little mascara before I go to school too
>I start catching myself doing girly things without thinking: swaying my hips when I walk, crossing my legs delicately when I sit, tilting my head and speaking in a softer, higher pitch voice. I giggle more, play with my hair.
>It feels kind of natural now. Like I'm not just pretending
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>>few years ago
>>in HS
>>always been small: soft face, narrow shoulders, 5'6, long hair I never cut
>>need PE to graduate but boys' class is hell, bigger guys shove and trip me hard enough to bruise
>>coach notices and moves me to girls' PE
>>says it's for my own safety
>>first day I show up in my usual shorts and tee. coach says I have to follow uniform policy and hands me the girls' set
>>girls shrug and let me use a stall. the shorts actually fit better, clinging to my legs and hips in a way that makes me self-conscious
>>they're curious at first but chill. one compliments how smooth my legs are and laughs when I admit I barely have hair. next week she casually offers a spare razor like it's not a big deal, casually mentions most of them shave for sports
>>I shave that night, telling myself it's just practical
>>things shift fast. running drills I feel lighter. girls include me in stretches, fix my posture, braid my hair during breaks so it stays out of my face
>>by week three I'm comfortable in the uniform. after a month they playfully tease that I'm more like one of the girls
>>they start suggesting small things: keep hair tied back, use lotion after practice. one day after class a couple corner me giggling with a makeup bag
>>"just a quick experiment!" they say
>>they dab on light blush, mascara, and gloss. they coo about how cute and natural I look
>>I want to hide though
>>class ends soon but a couple girls walk with me still teasing about the makeup.
>>next week I stop fighting the uniform completely
>>I start wearing girly deodorant
>>a little mascara before I go to school too
>>I start catching myself doing girly things without thinking: swaying my hips when I walk, crossing my legs delicately when I sit, tilting my head and speaking in a softer, higher pitch voice. I giggle more, play with my hair.
>>It feels kind of natural now. Like I'm not just pretending