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Doing so might have made her feel pretty or attractive or happy, but no more than the girl she was. As he explained to his best friend Fi, he would never give up that part of him that singled him out as a boy rather than a girl. Just the thought of them sent his pulse racing.
His whole body became alive as he dressed up in clothes filched from Sis. Concealed in her room, surrounded by drawers and drawers of her clothes, enveloped in her perfume, the world around him was daubed with vibrant colours. In comparison, his grey shorts and school uniform jacket abandoned on his bed were dull and lifeless, offering not the slightest promise of magic. Peter was at that age when some boys could be mistaken for girls and some girls for boys, the ambiguous age of androgyny, suspended in a moment of grace before hormones drive them out of paradise.
It was that angel-like, undecided state which many older boys, those who stood uncertain on the threshold of manhood, derided if not feared. The thugs of the rugby team were the worst, making a sport of baiting Peter and Fi for refusing to take sides between boys and girls. They were the rowdy flag-bearers of a society that violently opposed what Peter was trying to express, condemning those that did not fit binary norms and heterosexual behaviour, with a fanaticism and a bloodthirstiness akin to earlier witch hunts.
Such a society, infelt it had every right to respond to difference and non-conformity with punishments like chemical castration. Like his namesake, Peter Pan, Peter escaped an ugly, hostile world, by mentally flying off to a Nevernever Land in which no one aged. She never judged him, but accepted him as he was.
In a few years, however, it would take much more than makeup to hide the emerging angles of a masculine form. The thought revolted him. If only he could stay eternally in between. He found them uninteresting, if not repulsive, especially that hoard from the school rugby team who gave him and Fi so much trouble. All his interest centred on the delicious Fi with her brightly coloured clothes and her vivacity and then, later, on Kaitlin who was like a part of himself.
Andrew was a fellow soul. He too dressed up as a girl, but for completely different reasons. Peter, who relished being a girl amongst girls, was delighted to find the Lost Girls and to be able to live and sing with them. They accepted him as he was and were happy to embrace him as a fellow girl. But, even had it been surgically possible in the early s, he had no wish to become a girl for real.
All he wanted was to put off the inevitable choice, delighting in a girlish ambiguity as long as possible. Yet, despite his wild hopes, that girl is not him. Peter has his own problems when a new girl at school threatens to reveal his girly ways. Becoming friends, Kate and Peter confront their problems together. In Search of Lost Girls — In search of Kate, his lost soul-mate, Peter is beset by individuals hell-bent on stopping him dressing as a girl and besmirching the name of all those who befriend him.
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