Ok, this is a big one for me. I used to cry when my mum would make me wear a dress or skirt! And in the summer, my primary school would make us wear these horrible chequered dresses... I'd come in and say I was scottish or something and that's why I was wearing it (back then I didn't know I wasn't 'supposed' to tell everyone I was a boy so I did, vehemently, and argued with anyone whole told me different until I left primary- and my mum had 'no idea' I was 'trans' and everyone thought I was just a tomboy... Who said they were going to cut their boobs off when they grew). Maybe that is where my hatred for Summer and heat started?
I went to one secondary school who allowed pants, but left because it was horrible, and went to a JEWISH school were I HAD to wear a skirt... Whilst like everyone used to roll theirs up to look more slutty or something, I wore mine to like, my knees, which really helped the whole 'butch, frumpy dyke' situation I had going on back then (since I had accepted I wasn't actually a boy on the outside and never could be). And I dyed my hair red and it was always a curly mess. *cringe* Plus I have chunky man legs and really thick knees. Which is good now but when I was ... 'trying' not to look so bad at being female, it was not so helpful and I always felt like a stumpy stump stump. In 6th form we finally got to wear trousers, and I have not worn a skirt or anything similar since! Yippee! Although I would want to try on a kilt with the little bag and the socks when I have super hairy man legs... Chicks dig that scottsman look.
DEATH TO SKIRTS YARRRRHHHH