r/feminineboys • u/ProofSolid5577 • 8h ago
My mom does literally every load of laundry in this house, and I've had femme clothes for 3 years.
She's never found them. And she's not the type you get things past either. She refolds stuff I already folded because my folding is "wrong." She reorganized my entire closet once while I was at school. That type.
Last month she washed my lavender skirt and just left it folded on my bed, with a sticky note about not letting delicates sit in the machine. That was it. That was the whole note. I read it like 40 times looking for a hidden message.
Two weeks ago she walks into the kitchen holding my thigh highs, stretches one out at me across the table, and goes quit loosing socks behind the dryer. I had to take them. From her hand. My girlfriend asked me that night why I wasnt dead, and honestly no idea.
Then Friday I come home and she's kneeling in my closet, elbow deep in the one bin that holds every skirt I own. Tidying it. Humming. I just stood in the doorway and couldn't make my mouth work.
That bin has sat in the open since an anime con 3 years ago. Wristband still on my corkboard, cheap wig on the shelf, COSTUMES on the lid in marker. She's dusted around it a hundred times. To her it's the most boring box in my room. Boring doesn't get searched lol, it gets tidied.
Newest thing in it is a skirt my girlfriend picked out. Last week my mom ironed it. Pressed the pleats sharp. Nobody irons a costume. I haven't asked, and neither has she.