I may have never said her name, but I have a sister named Clara. She is tall, has light brown curly hair that reaches her shoulders and is thin, so thin that she could perfectly be a model if it weren't for my family's religion.
Since we were little, we played Barbies together. And, of course, we reversed roles. I was Barbie in the wedding dress and she was Ken. [Why didn't I like playing with the shitty cars my dad gave me?]
If my mother is reading this, she will probably take the blame for my becoming gay. She will have one of her migraines and will be rushed to the hospital. My father will be so angry for spending money on strollers for me that he will start muttering horrible curses.
FACT: Mothers always think that they were too liberal with their sons, they think that by letting them play with dolls and dress up as women they influenced their homosexual discovery. If that were the case, maybe my cousin would be gay [And I really wish he was].
HALLUCINATION: As soon as I turned 15, my parents threw the perfect birthday party, with lots of food and cute boys. At midnight I walked down the hall stairs wearing a light pink strapless dress and left everyone's jaw dropping. Including my cousin [And his super sword], dressed as a prince waiting for me on the first step.
[Okay, this really couldn't be true] I had body hair and worse, I was already 17 years old when this scene happened to my sister. With some differences, the dress was blue and a little tacky, the bun was a little tacky and at the end of the stairs there was a boy, who undoubtedly didn't have my cousin's sword. [How would I not have psychological problems? I was the one who should have been there…]
Since I couldn't be a princess like my sister I was going to at least try to be a little virgin. I promised not to go on porn sites for a day.
