I tried growing my hair out, until Dad said that he'd get me a dress and a pair of earrings to wear with it.
Needless to say, I got a haircut. :-) But, I accomplished what I was trying to do, namely p*ss him off by being a rebellious teenager. LOL!
Needless to say, I got a haircut.
I got a Mohawk!
Once, I was recruited by a single mother friend who wanted me to take her teenage son shopping for clothes.
He started to pick out these huge, oversized t-shirts (and baggy pants that he could wear to expose his rear).
I asked him if he was wanting a t-shirt or a dress. Then I asked him if he wanted to show his rear to attract the queer boys.
He now wears properly fitting pro-rodeo Wranglers with a belt, proper t-shirts and tucks in his button down shirts just like me! (And he does not have any desire to see Brokeback Mountain either...)