It’s all too common for a little boy to be dressed up by his mother for Halloween, as a Disney princess, or a cheerleader, or a pretty little witch. (I’m fairly sure that yours truly once wore a black dress for trick-or-treating, although the photo evidence of this has long since vanished.) I suspect that this is how many cross-dressers are born; not created, as such, but this can be what triggers the condition in someone genetically predisposed for it. So what’s a guy to do when he grows up and finds himself obsessed with wearing pretty dresses and long stylish hair and the kind of figure men drool over? This tall tale tells of one young man’s solution to the problem of how to emulate your mother without going too far over the top. Or maybe it is over the top—who can tell anymore? Enjoy!
I don’t habitually write a caption every year for this particular holiday, but I have done a few over the years. Happy Halloween!