The long drive did little to ease Robin's concerns. In his mind he saw everyone he knew laughing at him while he was wearing a frilly dress. Everyone would call him a sissy.
Robin was almost sick by the time he and his mother reached where they were going. "Come on Robin. If you act like you are hiding something, everyone will think you are hiding something and they will try to figure out what it is."
"Huh?" Robin asked.
"What I mean, if you continue to act like you are acting, people will notice you and wonder why you are acting so strange. So try to act normal."
"But Mom. I am a guy with breasts. How can I act normal?"
"Will it be so hard?" His mother asked him.
"Mother! I am a guy!"
"Trust me Robin. There isn't that much difference between boys and girls at your age. If you just act normal, then no will notice anything odd."
"But with these, everyone will think I am a girl." Robin said, first touching his fake breasts before shoving his hand into his pocket to hold his lucky stone.
Robin's mom turned to face her son. "Honey," She said holding his hands, including the one holding Robin's lucky stone, "I know that you find this hard to understand, Honey. I wish you would trust me when I say that even if everyone thinks you are a girl, it wouldn't be a bad thing."
"Mother, do you wish I was a girl?"
"Heavens no, Robin!" His mother exclaimed. "I love you for being you. If you were a girl, I would neither love you more nor less. Both your father and I were happy and proud when you were born. I love you and your sisters as you are, however you are."
"Are you sure?" Robin asked.
"Of course I am sure, Honey. I love you for being you."
"Okay." Robin said, not totally convinced, but willing to trust his mother. "I just wish no one thinks I am a boy dressing as a girl." He said as he climbed out of the car and stuck his lucky stone back into the pocket of the jeans.
