Oh, honey, let me tell you, this whole thing about sons turned into shemales with captions, it’s got me all riled up. It’s a mess, I tell ya, a real mess! Back in my day, boys were boys and girls were girls. You knew where you stood. Now, everything’s all jumbled up like a messed up ball of yarn.
I seen some things on that there internet, pictures and what not. Some folks, they put these pictures up of their boys, but they ain’t boys no more. They’re all dressed up like girls, with the makeup and the dresses and the hair all done up fancy. And then they put words under the pictures, them’s the captions, I reckon. Sons turned into shemales, they call it. Sounds like some kinda magic trick, if you ask me.
I heard tell of a woman, name of Adrienne, I think. She had two boys. One was Bejamin, the older one, and the other was Matty. She says they was different as night and day. But still, boys is boys, ain’t they? That’s how it’s supposed to be. Can’t go changin’ nature, can ya?
And then there was this other fella, Allen, I think his name was. He had two boys, and they both liked other boys. But he was glad, he said, that they didn’t act like girls. Now, what’s that all about? If you like boys, why you gotta act like a girl, too? It just don’t make no sense to me. These captions, they just confuse things even more, I guess. Folks read them captions and see the pictures, but don’t nobody explain what it all means.
They say it’s a secret, some of ’em, this whole thing about sons turned into shemales. They keep it hidden like a jar of moonshine under the floorboards. Don’t tell nobody, they say. But secrets always come out, don’t they? Like a weed in a garden, they just pop up whether you want ’em to or not.
