Growing up as a Girly boy
I would go to school looking like this and my world would explode. Everyone was freaked out by how I looked. Personally, it didn't seem like a very big deal to me. I just liked wearing skirts and acting girly, but for some reason the people around me went crazy. Of course, non of the boys would have anything to do with me, but a few of the girls thought I was cute. So mostly I would hang out with the girls. I was fine with being just one of the girls, but the hostility toward me kept getting worse until I got labeled a disruptive influence and got suspended from school. Now things weren't good with my parents anyway, and as far as my dad was concerned, this was the last straw and he threw me out of his house. So, I ended up on the road hitching rides. When I did get a ride, the person would feel sorry for me and take me to a restaurant to eat or to their place to sleep since I was never sure of where I was going. I got picked up by ...