This is impossible. My first dress. How could they do this to me? What a fool!
tradition that a boy gets a dress for his 13th birthday.
Jack and his friends made fun of the “pretty boys” as they were called.
On Sunday they could be seen going for a walk with their mothers.
They wore dresses, low-heeled shoes, and carried a handbag. They differed from girls in that they had short, boyish haircuts. Their names also remained masculine, which gave them a chance to be ridiculed and coined various nicknames: "doll" "baby, "beautiful" They usually wore dresses only on Sundays. But some mothers forced boys to wear them too.

To wear dresses to school as well. The tradition of wearing dresses comes from the "petticoat punishment" and was intended to calm boys during their period maturation.

Over time, fashion magazines picked it up, seeing it as a new market opportunity.
Fashion catalogs and later websites became full of dresses for boys. Although some boys managed to pull it off, their mothers ignored this tradition.

His mother sometimes teased him, jokingly suggesting he choose a dress. "This one is beautiful, don't you think? " "Never in my life..." The closer Jacek's 13th birthday got, the more often it happened. Finally, his mother told him to choose one, or else she'd choose the pinkest dress available. He pointed to a dress he didn't think would be particularly eye-catching.

The day before her birthday, he came home from school and saw her. Her mother even bought a mannequin to display in the living room. The dress was light blue with puffy sleeves.

Tightly fitted, flared at the bottom and fastened with numerous buttons on the back.
Next to it, of course, were high-heeled, open-toe shoes.

I know you didn't want this, but one day you'll thank me and appreciate it.
When you turn 18, you'll be able to dress however you want again.
So I've decided that this won't just be for your 13th birthday party; you'll be wearing dresses to school for the next five years as well. I've already sent out invitations to your birthday party, to everyone in your class.

Now sit at your desk. I'll dictate some text for you to write down. Write slowly and neatly:

“Please, Mommy, let me wear dresses all the time from my 13th birthday to my 18th birthday, even to school.
Jack"

My mother took the note just in time, or his tears would have fallen on it. You wrote it beautifully, you see, it's not that difficult. You see, you're already thinking about wearing a dress all the time.

Yes, he thought about how much he hated it.

Jacek's birthday was the first of his class. That meant everyone would be dressed normally. Besides, it didn't look like many of his classmates would be in danger of wearing a dress. Their mothers were "normal."

On Jack's birthday, he was sitting in his room in front of the vanity my mother had also bought me. He stared at himself in disbelief. A beautician had just come out to do his makeup and paint his fingernails and toenails. She had pinned some bows into his short hair.

Her mother stood behind her, watching with satisfaction. "You look beautiful."

"Not at all, I hate it. " "Oh, no, not true, even though we already have guests waiting downstairs." As Jack descended the stairs, applause broke out. The mothers, of course, were applauding. His classmates, of course, were covering their mouths to hide their laughter. "Thank you, but the credit goes to Jack alone; he chose that dress because he liked it best. He also asked me if he could wear dresses to school until he turned 18." She pointed to the wall where the framed request his mother had told him to write hung. His mother thanked everyone for the gifts. She explained the gift guidelines in the invitation. Jack asked that if he were to receive a gift, it should preferably be a dress. Preferably used, because Jack is very environmentally conscious. Jack looked at the table of gifts in dismay. Fifteen of his classmates had arrived. So at least 15 dresses. Some of the packages were large.

"Okay, Jack, go pour some juice for your friends at the table." Jack poured the juice, and his friends looked at him in silence for a moment. "Sorry, Jack, you won't play football with us again, because you'd stain your dress," they said, stifling laughter.

- But I didn't want to, my mother forced me. - Don't lie, we saw what a nice request you wrote... you probably dreamed of wearing a dress.

- your toenails are painted beautifully, did you choose the nail polish color yourself?
- Yes, but the beautician told me to choose the color - and you also chose the hair clips - but my mom asked which one I chose, the one with daisies or roses

- you see, it turns out that you choose yourself, so you probably prefer to sit with the girls, don't talk to us at school Jack Doll.

Jack walked over to the table where the girls were sitting. "Come on, Jack, bring us some juice." Jack walked around the table and poured some juice for his friends. "Bring me some cake."
- I want fruit.
Jack ran around every now and then, fulfilling their whims, while at the same time listening to their sarcastic remarks.

"You know, there's something to it. We talked, and neither of us considered you as a potential boyfriend. Now we know why."

"Jack was a good football player. Maybe we should get him into our cheerleading squad? That way he can still go to games..."

"I'm glad you like wearing dresses, Jack. I could get rid of those awful dresses my grandma gave me. I'll have a blast seeing you in them at school."

-But what if I don't like it?

Don't deny it, Jack, everyone knows you've been dreaming of this. You'll have to work hard to earn our company. On Monday, I want to see you at school in the dress I pinned the "Monday" sign to.
If you don't do this, we will destroy you.
- Say it "I'll come in a dress from Jane" - err... I'll come in a dress from Jane - Very well say "Thank you, Miss Jane, for the dresses. I love wearing dresses." - Thank you, Miss Jane, for the dresses. I love wearing dresses.

Jack spent the rest of the party wondering what awful dress Jane had chosen for him to wear to school on Monday. That evening, after the guests had left, he and his mother unpacked the packages. Each package contained terrible dresses, some new, but probably because no one wanted to wear them. Jack saw a dress with a note on it and crumpled it into a ball, so his mother couldn't see it.
After they had unpacked all the packages, his mother asked if I wanted to try on one of the dresses
. "This one." Jack picked up the dress from Jane. His mother looked at her.
"Are you sure? This one is sheer and has a bra sewn in, so it's visible.

"I'll try this one on and wear it to school on Monday."
Mom helped me take off my party dress and had to help me put on Jane's dress. I mean, she had to help me fasten the buttons in the back. I couldn't do or undo them myself. That means I can't even take the dress off by myself.

"You know, Jack, that's not exactly the right dress for school. " "But I want that dress! " "Okay, I see you really enjoy wearing dresses. " "You can wear it, just wear your school jacket over it.

Jack looked at himself in the mirror and imagined how they would laugh at him at school behind his back.

to be continued...

Sorry for the mistake :-)