“Madam, I must insist. If you can’t join the queue then I must ask you to leave.”“Fuck you.” My mother said and reached down for my hand. I ...ust managed to pick-up my own skirt as my mother pulled me out of the shop.“Muuum; stop; I need to put my skirt on.”“What? Oh yeah,” my mother said and stopped walking.As I quickly put my skirt on I heard my mother say, “I don’t know why you bother; you never seem to have the damn thing on at home.”“Mum,” I replied, “that’s different, we’re out in public. Soeveryone could see for themselves how dangerous it would be. She did notwant me hurt, which is why she had managed to calm my father down. It wasalso a way for her to convince him that that by making sure that I hadboobs and a snatch, I could fit in better, and not be found on the side ofthe road in ruffled panties, a silly dress, and blood covered contusionsall over my body. By gently guiding me into that realization, she had alsomanaged to find a way for me to accept myself, a least a. More

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