Boy I am . . .

Well, maybe I can act like a boy, you think. First you wrap your chest tightly in ace bandages. There, now I can't even see them. Then you cut your hair. When you get home, your mom and dad can't tell anything's changed, so you go to sleep.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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