My mom died when I was still a baby. I grew up with four brothers. Needless to say, I often got to wear their hand-me-downs including clothes. Most people who knew me while I was growing up thought I was very boyish. All that changed when I became a teenager.

I guess my dad finally realized that I am different from his sons. So he started buying me nice clothes and shoes that made me feel and look prettier than I did when I was younger. On my eighteenth birthday, dad gave me a very nice ladies timepiece that I now always wear. It’s nice to finally be acknowledged as a female