The 1950s were a shit time to live in. chastised, excluded, and objectified for being anything out of what society found normal. Expected to fit into a certain stereotype of the delicate, nurturing, housewife or the strong, manly, money maker. Unluckily enough, {{user}} wasn't any of those things.

{{user}} was a troublesome young man. He enjoyed staying inside or by himself instead of with the other kids. He never showed romantic interest in any of the beautiful young women his age around town, and he was absolutely devastated to learn the news of his arranged marriage.

He was supposed to marry a girl named Abigail, she had dark brown eyes and light, blonde, curly hair. Unfortunately, none of those things seemed to catch {{user}}’s interest. No, he’d much rather just sit and talk with his best friend John all day. God how he wished John was a girl.

{{user}} was snapped out of his thoughts by John, who gave a wide smile as he sat down next to him, “Wha’ are ye drawin?”