Crossing Boundaries

"You shouldn't wear that."

"What?" the 10 year old boy looked up at his twin brother, tilting his head as he sat there. Right now he was wearing a skirt, a white knee-length skirt with a flower patterned trim and a shirt that matched. He was dressed up to go to their aunt's wedding today while his brother wore a pair of khaki slacks and a button up black shirt.

"I said; you shouldn't wear that," the other boy repeated. "And you need to cut your hair, too. It's too long."

Lex continued to stare up at his brother, half confused and half angry. "What's wrong with having long hair?" he pouted. "I like my hair and so does mom!"

"Who cares what mom thinks? You're gonna get teased and so am I!" the other twin huffed. The two of them actually looked quite similar, both with blonde hair- Mil's short and spiked while Lex's was long, down past his shoulders, and curled. They shared the same blue eyes and mostly the same facial features just presented in a different way. It was no doubt that while they were identical twins, Lex looked far more feminine than his brother, even without the skirt.

"So what? I don't like pants," Lex continued to pouts. "And I like having long hair."

Mil rose an eyebrow at him, staring at him thoughtfully for a few moments. "Are you a boy?" he asked finally.

"What?" Lex asked in surprise.

"Are you a boy? It's a simple question."

"Yes."

"Then you can't wear that. Only girls can wear that stuff," Mil said matter-of-factually.

Lex just stared at his brother, slowly narrowing his eyes at him. "Why can't boys wear skirts? Girls wear pants."

Mil let out a long and annoyed sigh. "That's because there are girl pants. There's not boy skirts."

"That's not fair," Lex huffed.

"Yeah but it's true so you need to change out of that outfit before we leave," Mil told him.

"No... I don't wanna... It's weird wearing pants," the other boy continued pouting.

"Even if it's weird you have to do it. Come on I'll help you change quickly before mom comes to get us," he grabbed his brother's wrist, tugging him up off the couch and pulling him up the stairs.

Lex didn't fight back but he didn't go along too willingly either. He stripped his clothes off while Mil searched for something for him in his own closet before he finally pulled out a nice pair of pants and a shirt similar to what he himself was wearing. "Wear thi-" Mil paused as he looked over at his brother and frowned, shaking his head. "You can't wear that either!" he huffed, pointing at Lex's underpants which were a pair of regular bikini cut panties.

"But... but... I like them. And I don't have any other underwear," Lex whined softly, frowning at his brother.

"Here," Mil randomly pulled out a pair of his own underpants and threw them on the bed with his clothes as well. "Wear those," he said before he walked out of the room to let his brother change.

Lex came out in the clothes that Mil gave him, feeling utterly ridiculous in them. They just... didn't fit right. The skirt was much better. But he went with it anyways.

--10 Years Later--

He couldn't help himself anymore as he looked at it. The black dress in front of him. It came down to just above the knee with a thin simple belt around the waist, and short sleeves with a bit of a lower neckline. It would be perfect for his date tonight. He bit his lip softly, contemplating it before he reached out and grabbed it by the hanger. He took it into the dressing room with him and slipped it on, zipping it up and looking at himself in the mirror. Despite his hair still being a little short- only to right below his earlobes -it looked great on him.

He took it off slowly, his decision made as he continued to slip back on the jeans and shirt he'd previously been wearing. He laid the dress over his arm and walked out to the counter, buying it and taking it home.

And he never felt better or more himself all his life.