Short Story

American Girl

I was born on July 31st 1968, in Bangkok Thailand. I came here when I was five years old. My Father, a young criminal attorney, my Mother , a school teacher. We were the classic rich family that came here on first class seating. My Mother came with her mod hairdo carrying a baby blue classic box make-up case with my Father and I in seventies silk lined suits. I was wearing a suit because my Father wanted a boy, so I held my hair short in a perfect Bruce Lee cut, making him proud to be his only son. Little did I know I was never going to grow a penis. I discovered at the age of six that I was always going to be a girl when my parents left to go to Houston to take their entrance exams for the University of Texas. At a party, my aunt took me into her room and tried to wrestle me to wear a dress. She told me that girls wear dresses and have long hair. I cried and told her I was definitely a boy. She laughed, I was very sad and thought that my parents left because they found out I was a girl and they didn’t want me anymore. My parents stayed in Houston for about a year. My Mom missed me so much, she used to call me Casper because my head was really big and I was really lonely.
My family was very much like the Godfather. We were very close and many things went on in the family that were very dangerous. My great uncle on my Father’s side was a politician in Thailand. He was a democrat and believed in the rights of the people and students in Thailand. The educational system is very different. You have to pay to be in school. My parents were very intelligent. They always received scholarships for their education. Actually, we were like the Kennedy’s/The Godfather. I had a very intense childhood and much of it will be told in the rest of my story to come.