being himA Story by ainaaabduli really dont know why the heck did i ever write this freakin story. its not at all a story yea i know.I am a boy. Unfortunately! I always wanted to be a girl. I think, maybe being a girl isn’t as hard as you think. I told my Mom, Jena Roselle, that I wanted to be a girl. And that she should deliver a baby girl, not a baby boy. “Good God, Liams, you should be grateful that you’re a boy,” Mom answered. And she said that being a girl is hard. I really don’t think it’s hard. It’s so special; you got to wear long hair, you have sweet and small voice, not a hoarse kind of voice. And you can wear skirts, and blouses, and dresses; all that I wanted to wear. My Dad, Edward Roselle, said that it’s a great thing to be a boy. “You got to have handsome face,”"he had said"“muscles, you can lift heavy things, and also, you can protect yourself because you are strong!” I don’t care. I wanted to be a girl right now! Girl is a soft example of human nature. They are beautiful, not handsome. They are sweet, not too strong. They didn’t even have muscles. That’s why they are weak, but they are very cute. All I wanted to try is; putting lip-gloss on my lips. Just a shade of it on my lips can make me a bit happier than ever. I tried it once; it was Mom’s and she caught me standing in front of her huge make-up mirror, applying some of her sweet and cherry-flavored lip-gloss. She screamed and took it from my grip. She warned me if she caught me doing it again, she’ll ‘make me wear a girl’s skirt and locked me outside’. I don’t understand; she should punish me with something I don’t like, but she punished me with something that I like. Wearing a dress is always my wish! For your most-suppose-to-know information, my name is Liams Carl Roselle, which I would love to change into a Lily Carly Roselle. Ha-ha. I am thirteen, and I’m hoping that on my birthday (that is going to happen in just three days) something really cool is will happen. Like, I got to meet new girlfriends, and stuff that’s like it. You know guys, I am not gay. Surely, hundred percent positive. Don’t take this the wrong way, and I won’t make you take it the wrong way. If I have a partner, I wouldn’t take any of males and females. As if I would get a partner. But if I will have a partner, I would like it to be a cat or a dog, or something like that. I really love pets, but Mom wouldn’t want me to have one. She said it will give a great deal of dirt in my bedroom. As if my bedroom was the dirtiest one. No way, my bedroom was the prettiest, cleanest, and loveliest one, if you would love to compare it with my parents’ bedroom. I would never want it to look so dirty. I would never let a single dust drop on the floor. It’s so cool, plus I Mom didn’t even decided to deliver another baby or not, so that I could sit by myself in my bedroom, without a single human disturb me. I love to sit by myself, doing stuff that only girls do. I didn’t do stuff that boys do much; like playing skateboard with friends, playing soccer, and much more. What I always do was; cleaning my bedroom, combing my hair, reading novels and knitting while sitting on the window-seat. That’s what girls usually do, right? Well, of course I didn’t wear skirts all the time in my house. No no, someone will think I am a freak. It’s just; I wanted to show everyone that being a girl was really cool. I really love wearing pants"they ware part of my body"and yes I love skirts, but if I wanted to wear skirts, Mom wouldn’t allow me to. Of course, she wouldn’t. She would better watch rock-‘n’-rolling shows on the TV instead of seeing me in skirts. And she wouldn’t buy me a skirt. Of course, too. All I got to do was, wear pink outfits. All that I got to do. © 2010 ainaaabdulAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 17, 2010 Last Updated on February 17, 2010 Authorainaaabdulselangor, bmc, MalaysiaAbouti am fourteen. i have a mom and a dad. i have many freakin siblings that cheer up my freakin day. i love to write stuff but could never ever drag them to the end. i want to be a writer, and thats my p.. more..Writing
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