I loved dressing up as a cowgirl! Mom made me a red skirt with yellow fringe, and I wore my brother’s boots that he had outgrown. Had a toy cap gun (paper caps) that I carried from a belt around my waist (no holster to put it in, brother had that and it was HIS.) I even had a straw hat with a red star on it that I wore with my little cowgirl outfit. They called me Calamity Jane, LOL. Those are some fond memories of days gone by.
Girls nowadays are told by the trans-cult internet people that “Remember how you used to play with a cap gun? That was your young self knowing that you were really a boy.”
Seriously.
It is a fantasy cult preying on every person’s weakness. For girls it will be questions like:
Were you uncomfortable when your breasts became noticeable and you tried to hide them?
Were you embarrassed when you got your first period?
Did you prefer doing sports over helping mom make dinner?
If you answered yes to any of these questions you might really be a boy!