Girls and boys are so distinguishable, and it is pretty easy to different them from the ways that how people perform. Since I was young, my mom treated me and dressed me as a particularly “standard” girl, and I had never thought about if I was a boy, what I should do or how I would be. Yet during this weekend, I convinced myself that I was a boy. Instead of wearing dress or lovely apparel, I put on a simple T-shirt, a loose sport pant, and the only pair of tennis shoes.
Do not slight my simple dressing-style’s change, because the outcome was funny. My roommate was surprise: “wow! What are you going to do today? You finally decided to go to the pin center!?＂ (No kidding, I hate sports and I never went to pin for any exercising, though I was forced to pay the general fees~~). Then, in the whole day, I tried to talk loudly (sometime also adding some dirty words), sit without crossing my legs, and stride fast. Staying with my boyfriend, I put my arm on his shoulder and let him hold my wrist…. He looked at me strangely and not stopped chasing what happened to me….. “Changes” let me feel extremely weird and uncomfortable, it was interesting though.
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