I'm Not Really Gay

I really can't explain it, Marty.  I just like to wear them, you know,
the stuff girls wear.  It's sort of like me asking you why you wear
blue jeans every day.  You'll just say you wear them because they
are comfortable.  Or you like the way they feel  It's the same sort
of thing with me, too.  It just seems natural.  And they really are
comfortable too.

No, I'm not gay.  And I really don't want to be a girl either.  I like
being a guy.  I do, at least for the most part. 

I started wearing girls clothing when I was young.  Very young.
I don't know why, exactly.  I mean, I guess maybe it was since my
sister, Melinda, always liked to wear my clothes.  I figured if she
could wear mine and get away with it, I could wear her clothes.
Right?  Fair is fair, isn't it?  At first my parents thought it was cute.
At least me mom did anyway.  My dad, not so much.

Maybe I have always been a rebel at heart.  I don't know.  When
I first started wearing girls clothes, the girls didn't really mind.
Lots of them, even Melinda, helped me with picking out and the
coordinating my outfits.  The guys weren't so nice, but that really
didn't have the effect on me I thought it would.  It just made me
even more determined to keep on wearing what I wanted to.

When I see people look at me with this weird look on their faces,
I know what they are thinking.  And I love it.  I love the thrill I get
when I look the back right in the eye.  They look the other way
really fast about that point.

And yes, I am starting to grow breasts.  I'm not doing that because
I want to be a girl.  I already told you that.  I just want the breasts
because then my tops will fit better.  That's all.  Maybe I'm trying
to draw a thin pink line, I don't know.  I guess it is like splitting
hairs.  But, hey, I'm me.  I'm happy doing what I do, and living
like I want.  And I'm not hurting anyone, right, Marty?