I hate faggotry as much as anyone, but let me play devil’s advocate for a second.
This isn’t about the boy acting like a girl. As several posters have pointed out, he’s too young to really have any clue about sex, or even gender roles. This is strictly about a little boy liking a sparkly green garment, albeit one that is inappropriate to his sex. It’s about the clothes, that’s all.
If he wears the dress, I’m guessing it’s because he likes green and the sparklies make it way more fun than dumb old cotton t-shirts and such. What child doesn’t like bright colors and shiny things?
I would be hesitant to make too big a deal of this; it’s something he’ll outgrow. I would NOT hesitate to tell him that he must dress appropriately when he goes out in public and to explain why.
If he’s sashaying around in lacey undies in a few years, then it would be time to put a foot down.
But it was also true. He had already decided. He didn’t think about that anymore. And he — she — never looked back. She grew out her hair. She stopped telling people she was a boy in a skirt and started being a girl in a skirt instead.
And we, as a family, decided to be open and honest about it, too, celebrating her story instead of hiding it.
Two years later, our daughter still sometimes wears the green dress, for dress-up and to put on plays, as we imagined her doing in the first place. Now that she can be who she is on the inside and on the outside, on weekdays as well as on weekends, at home and everywhere else, the sparkly green dress has once again become just a costume.