The judge wasn't buying our arguments. "I think that you aren't good at sports, your poor performance bothers you, and you're really worried about your masculinity.
"Just because I don't like a sissy doesn't mean I'm worried about being one," I screamed.
"We'll see about that," the judge said in a low voice. "Remember exactly how you defined a sissy. For the next three years, you will fit that description perfectly. Your parents and I agree that you will not participate in typical boy activities because yu two will be sissies."
"Not playing sports ain't gonna make no sissy out of me," I smirked. "I'll still be twice the boy that Bobby will ever be!"
I noticed an odd smile on dad's face. Mom and the Judge were smiling the same way. "Actually you won't be a boy. You will be spending the next three years as a girl. You will dress like and act like a girl. The only sports you will play will be volleyball, tennis, and cheerleading, tyupical sports for girls your age. Since you weren't born female like a real girl, you'll just be a sissy pretending to be a girl."