Girls nowadays are told by the trans-cult internet people that “Remember how you used to play with a cap gun? That was your young self knowing that you were really a boy.”
Seriously.
It is a fantasy cult preying on every person’s weakness. For girls it will be questions like:
Were you uncomfortable when your breasts became noticeable and you tried to hide them?
Were you embarrassed when you got your first period?
Did you prefer doing sports over helping mom make dinner?
If you answered yes to any of these questions you might really be a boy!
play with a cap gun today the insane lefe will send you to prison for endangering lives with a dangerous weapon.
Oh, I’m quite sure they would’ve tried to convince me I was a boy! I tagged along with my just-older-than-me brother on his outdoor adventures for as long as he would let me. I think he started complaining to mom and dad that I was getting in his way. Then I was called to look after my little sister and play with her more, which I obediently did.
Still, they could never quite get me to not play outside, so out came the dolls and with my little sister in tow, we would make our own outdoor adventures underneath the trees, a little tamer. I got dirty hands and scraped knees plenty but didn’t care to whine about it. I didn’t want to be called a sissy girl by my older brother, even if playing with dolls and making pretend food was also as fun as being as cowgirl.