Post by Junkrat on Feb 18, 2017 19:27:42 GMT
Gender had always been a complicated sort of thing for Mido, even before he actually realized that it was. There had been a lot of times when they were younger where Fareeha would catch him wearing her clothes, and a lot of times it ended with her promising not to tell, as long as he left her dress him up. He'd always appreciated the effort she made, even when she inadvertently got scolded for getting into their mother's make up and jewelry. It always made him feel like she was looking out for him, even with something like that that a lot of people would find strange.
Around middle school and into high school, Mido had developed a little more shame, kids were meaner and people's opinions hit harder, but there were still moments where he felt inclined to experiment now and again, even if only in his bedroom, though he'd been getting a bit more bold, a bit more willing to push it to see how far he could get. And by his third year in high school, it'd started to be a lot less about clothes and a lot more about feeling, and there were days where he just felt genuinely right like this.
By now his hair had started to grow out again, it always had grown at a quick and steady rate, enough that he could put it back in a small ponytail. He was sure Fareeha wasn't due back for a few hours at least, it didn't used to be that he would worry about her catching him like this, but they were older, and he wasn't quite ready to have to explain why he was still doing what she would consider 'playing dress up' with her clothes. It wasn't nearly as easy now, her style had shifted to a much more tomboy fashion, but some bits still stuck around, and he'd found a particularly nice combo hiding at the back of her closet. He was glad his growth spurt hadn't been so much yet that their clothing sizes were drastically different, at least.
Mido was in his room now, years of practice had gotten him good at putting on make up, and he actually felt like he looked pretty good when he pulled back to check his work. He was feeling particularly emboldened by this, enough so that there was a temptation to leave the house and flaunt it.
Around middle school and into high school, Mido had developed a little more shame, kids were meaner and people's opinions hit harder, but there were still moments where he felt inclined to experiment now and again, even if only in his bedroom, though he'd been getting a bit more bold, a bit more willing to push it to see how far he could get. And by his third year in high school, it'd started to be a lot less about clothes and a lot more about feeling, and there were days where he just felt genuinely right like this.
By now his hair had started to grow out again, it always had grown at a quick and steady rate, enough that he could put it back in a small ponytail. He was sure Fareeha wasn't due back for a few hours at least, it didn't used to be that he would worry about her catching him like this, but they were older, and he wasn't quite ready to have to explain why he was still doing what she would consider 'playing dress up' with her clothes. It wasn't nearly as easy now, her style had shifted to a much more tomboy fashion, but some bits still stuck around, and he'd found a particularly nice combo hiding at the back of her closet. He was glad his growth spurt hadn't been so much yet that their clothing sizes were drastically different, at least.
Mido was in his room now, years of practice had gotten him good at putting on make up, and he actually felt like he looked pretty good when he pulled back to check his work. He was feeling particularly emboldened by this, enough so that there was a temptation to leave the house and flaunt it.
