Back before puberty to about age seven, at that stage when I was acutely aware that boys and girls were different but not entirely sure how - I once left the house in the evening after a spat with my older brother and was then cornered in the park nearby by a female neighbour/contemporary of his and one of her friends. They were obviously in a weird mood because they decided to torment me (for all of three minutes) by asking me about Princess Diana (or Lady Diana as I mistakenly still called her) and then...
... making me curtsey.
I've never told this to anyone.
Being feminised became an occasional fear... and then a desire.
And I still remember how to curtsey.
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