I and my French class had this event in where we had to do this traditional dance which of course included long skirts and hats and stuff. Let me tell you: it was pure chaos.
Our teacher told us that only four of us were needed and me (F, 17 yo) said I wanted to do it… as long as I get to dress as the man. My teacher didn’t like that, but said nothing. When my friend (the one from the picture, 14 yo) shouted he would dress as the woman then, and we high fived, she looked like to wanted to die right there.
We just ignored her.
When they contracted this woman to measure us and do the clothes and I try to say I was going to be the man, not the woman but my teacher said with this really strict, serious and bitchy voice that no, I was not going to be the man. So I shut up and get inside the classroom (we were in the hall) and told my friend that they wouldn’t let us.
I have never heard someone say “fuck” so sadly in my entire life.
I shook my head and said “of course she has to be a boomer”, which nobody understood because in my city you don’t usually hear the words boomer, gen z, Millenials, etc (we are a Hispanic country, mostly forgotten and outdated) but it felt great.
A day before the event we were rehearsing the dance and we got this 5 minutes where my teacher let the classroom. I was putting on my skirt when my friend came to me and ask me if can try on. I just shrugged and say yes, and he said jokingly that it has always been his dream. We also give him a hat and convinced him to let us take a few photos.
My teacher entered and the first thing she did was shout why he was in a shirt and to take it off. Then rolled her eyes to me and start telling me how she has these other boys in another class that always do the same in this confidential-I-know-you-get-me voice. The only thing I got was that I lost any respect I had for her right there.
Me and the other girl that danced spent the whole rehearsal dancing the Tango (definitely NOT the type of dance we were supposed to dance) together and acting as a straight couple. I kept doing reverences when it was the “men job” and enumerating reason to hate doing that dance (I had to be dressed as the woman when I didn’t want to, I had to act “feminine”, let the men help me to walk, use the stairs and all that).
At the end of the rehearsal, the four of us just laid in the floor…me with my legs across the other girl’s chest, and the other boy with his head above my friend chest, of course.
The three of us ID with the gender they assigned us at birth, and neither of us normally dress with what some people think is the “another gender clothes” (i think clothes don’t have a gender, and you can’t make me think otherwise, sorry) but we did wanted to break the whole “you have to wear this, not that” and we just wanted to mess with our teacher.
(Neither of us gets to dress as we wanted, but we did get a great week)