"It's bad enough that you're trying to dress me as a girl, now you're using a girl's name" you said, trying to show your displeasure.
"I'm sorry, Jazz, but I have to" mom said.
"Why? Are you trying to keep me like this?" you spluttered in outrage.
Mom's response was that of patience. "No, I'm not, Jasmine. What I'm doing is you getting used to that name. I can't take you outside, and keep calling you Jasper. Neither of us would want the public to find out about this.... incident."
"But..." you protested.
"I know this is hard for you, but the world will perceive you as a young girl. Neither of us knows how long you're going to be like this, and I doubt you'd want to be locked away in your room for however long this takes. Could you try to cooperate, and put on your dress" mom said.
"You can't be serious, mom" you argued.
"Jazz, I'm trying to allow you to keep your dignity. I'm not going to allow you to run around the house in just your underwear. I would prefer that you dressed yourself" mom said, in a slightly sterner voice than she had been using. You paled; she was serious about forcing you into that damn dress, and considering your much smaller size, she would easily be able to do it.
"Okay. I'm putting it on" you snapped, as you grabbed hold the dress and started to put it on. Much to your relief, you still had enough coordination to do it on your own; to have to ask mom to help you would had been the final insult. "Happy now?"
"Sorry Jazz. Do you want me to do your hair?"
You gave her a withering glare. Even though it was in your face, you didn't want her touching it.
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