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  • The play I am in requires that I wear these plain pants, but I had nothing but blue jeans. It was either that or one of the many dresses I've been forced to wear to concerts with various youth orchestras over the years.

    I told him two weeks ago about me, that I'm trans and so on...

    And you know what he said? He said that he had a younger sibling who was trans too!

    Anyway, when he found out that I didn't have pants to wear and that I was going to wind up stuck in a dress for our scene, he offered some of his own.

    I was skeptical. After all, he's a thin dude and he has longer legs than I do. But, he insisted that I try them on and brought the pants to rehearsal today. And after we'd exhausted all of our 'getting into your pants' jokes, I finally took the pants into one of the tiny side rooms in the theatre and tried them on inside that fluorescent closet while he watched the door, no peeking.

    The fabric was taut around the hips, and clung higher than the female jeans that I am accustomed to, but they buttoned up without protest and when I checked what little I could in a tiny face-sized mirror on the wall, I could detect no obvious body horrors.

    They were tiny things--- slim fit 28s. Two or three years ago I would have hanged myself for needing anything bigger than 24, but fitting perfectly into these pants today felt like... victory!

    And it wasn't my old eating disorder talking either.

    It was just me, male, the boy, Sebastian wearing big boy clothes for the first time.
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