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Kevin Patrick

Freshman - 1,391 Points (Taurus / Ontario)

Miniskirt Confessional

My father's ashamed to call me his son
Probably because I dress up as a nun
Sporting Calico skirts and turquoise waistcoats
Smooth black garter belts and lace pantyhose
He can't understand that I feel like a 10
When I get dolled up for the latest events
Breaking leather boots, when I go to Dorval
Or Strolling Eaton Center in my latest Afghan
I say -"sir I'm sorry, for my automatic offence
But I dress like a girl to feel like a man"

When I was a kid we played hide and seek
I snuck in the wardrobe with my mother's frock fleece
There was something about her Leopard skin top
That caressed my eyesight with salivating gust
Little by little, I canvassed the hemline
My heart decompressed and my blood went blind
As a tractor beam forced me to put on her boots
Swooning with lipstick I was caught with her Jewels
My mother looked aghast but I said courtesy
"Mommy, I'm dressing like a big boy now"

My parents were outraged, they didn't invite friends
They didn't want to mention, there really strange kid
Consequently, they made me see a shrink
But I didn't like his look and his feet always stinked
He tried to convert me with classic condition
Arranging my mind for parents expectation
I played like a piper in tuned with their collar
Strapped to a label, obedient to a buckle
Everyone was happy like dolls in a house
But I'm only a boy when I put on a blouse"

When I left home for college, my life felt vacant
Seemingly delayed without much intention
I walked on a bridge, looking deep in the water
Expecting to move in for the deep shelter
Then I saw a girl wearing a fuchsia jacket
With a name emblazed in sequin lapels
Suddenly I found a meaningful purpose
Perusing top gear that makes me gorgeous
And although I am laughed, I say with great Pride-
"I can make a Miniskirt come to life"

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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I dont actually dress up as a women, the closest was wearing my grandmothers bra as a fighter pilots hat when I was 8. This is just a story.

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