*Dramatic entrance* Hello everyone, your friendly neighborhood genderfluid here with a story about one of my worst moments and a shining example of why you don't explain gender identity to a little kid.707Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30bNvInXsa
So it's an average day. I'm at a buddy's house, and after winning yet another video game contest, I was bored and decided to steal his little sister's finger nail polish and paint my nails.
Insert Princess Tiny and Princess Terror, my friend's two little sisters.
"Why are you painting your nails," Elisabeth, aka Princess Tiny asked.
"Because I can."
"But isn't that a girl thing? And your a guy?"
Oh boy, i thought, here we go again. So, I look to my buddy for help, but he shakes his head, grabbing a bottle of wine from beneath the cabinet and pouring him a bit, before returning it to wherever his mother had hidden it.
So I start explaining how some peoples gender doesn't match their sex and other such stuff, and she's listening, and I think she is finally understanding, after all she's a smart little thing. But, as we all know, kids say the darndest things.
"So when you dress like a girl, do you grow, you know girl parts?" she asked innocently.
"Um...Um...n-no" I manage to stammer. Meanwhile, my buddy is choking from laughing so hard, and I'm ready to hide, because of all the bad moments in my life, trying to explain that to a child had to be the worst!!
So I did the smart thing and pulled my sleeves out of my hoodie, turned it around, and covered my face with the hood. Except the kid wouldn't let me hide in peace, because she pulls the hood down, and smiles sweetly.
"I found you. And I'm still confused. What happens when you dress like a girl?"
*Facepalms* so friends, this is why you don't try to explain gender fluid to a child, especially not one under the age of ten.
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