There’s also the great Who song “I’m a Boy” in which the mother tries to turn a boy into a girl.
One girl was called Jean Marie
Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I’m a boy
My name is Bill, and I’m a head case
They practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plait your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come home all covered in mud
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy
In my high school was a set of twins.
The mother of the twins dressed one boy up as a girl, because she wanted a girl instead of two boys.
This was the 70s and that poor kid was a wreck.
His brother [Butch, seriously] spent most of his time fighting those who wanted to torment the other one.
My mom used used to see the “girl” one while on her mail route.
He stood along the road in a halter top and shorts, waving at truck drivers.
I hate to think of where he is now.