My Memory of the Haircut

Hi, I’m Alex and I’m writing this from my point of view.

When I was younger I transitioned into a boy.

This is what I remember from the day I got my first boy haircut and the next day when I went to school.

Me, Maddie, and Jim jumped in the car and were on our way to Super Cuts. On our way there I was so excited because now I would look like the boys at my school. When we finally got there we walked inside and Jim talked to the lady at the front desk while Maddie and I sat on the waiting chairs. Jim sat with us after talking to the lady for a little bit. Then they called my name, and I jumped up off the chair and walked towards a nice young lady.

When I got there she said “Sit right here.” So I hopped on the chair and looked at myself in the big mirror and smiled. The lady asked me, “What do you want for your hair?” I did not know what style I wanted. I just wanted short hair like the rest of the boys at my school. Lucky for me, Jim knew what I was supposed to get. Short on the sides and a faux-hawk on top. The lady had started cutting my hair and with every cut I was so excited because I was starting to look like a boy. When she finished cutting my hair the top still looked a little bit long but then she took out some gel and shaped my hair like a faux-hawk.

I was so excited about how I looked. I finally looked like a boy. Jim paid the lady and me and Maddie got lollipops. I now looked on the outside how I felt on the inside.

School the Next Day

When I got to school the next day I was nervous and scared. I just did not want to be seen and get attention. When I walked into the room with all the kindergarteners for the PM schedule, one of the YMCA teachers said jokingly “Who’s this new kid?” I was a little embarrassed but I was glad they weren’t judging me. From that moment on I just wanted the day to end already so I could go home and be with people who know what is really going on and that wont be staring at me confused. 

When it was finally 12:45, we got in different lines depending on the classroom that we were going to. We walked down the hallway and through the library finally getting to the kindergarten classrooms. We were told to wait outside the room in a line until the teacher came to let us in. I kept my head down trying to not let people see that I had new hair.

The teacher finally came to greet us and let us in and when she got to me she said “Nice hair.” I felt so embarrassed because once again everyone must be looking at me again, but they weren’t. I was just too scared and afraid that someone would be mean about my hair. The rest of the day I kept my head down waiting for the end of the day, but later when mom picked me up I had realized that my day was not so bad and the kids don’t really care about my hair.

When I think back to that time, it is a happy memory for me.

I finally looked on the outside like I felt on the inside.

Note to Mom From My Teacher