That book is far worse than I had expected it to be. For the first half of the story there are only three human beings (two males and one female) and a fairy. Life for the female is doubly crap - she is not just the household drudge, cleaning, cooking, mending, but she also functions as the resident handyman. The males don't just do nothing, while she does everything, thanks to the fairy godmother they also get everything they want while she gets nothing.
At one point she asks her brothers' fairy godmother to fulfil a wish. The latter rejects this saying "people like you" don't deserve anything.
The biggest and most obvious reason to imply that Jamie belongs to a different group of people from her brothers is that she is of the opposite sex, of course.
So, the not so subtle message here is that it's shit being a girl, girls don't deserve good things and girls are an inferior type of people whose purpose is to serve males, the superior type of people.
Does she protest, does she rebel? No, she's just miserable and basically a doormat. But now it gets ridiculous.
She decides to rebel. Right, great. Except in the middle of rebelling to get a vehicle and a new look for the ball to meet the princess, she refuses to use the scissors because her brothers forbade it. So she makes a whole suit by tearing the fabric with her hands and then has the mice cut off her hair so as not to touch the scissors she's forbidden from touching.
I mean WTF! Why on earth would she not use the scissors when the entire exercise is a huge fat middle finger to her brothers anyway?
Logically incoherent, as one would expect from adherents of this ideology.
So now she looks into the mirror and one suit and one haircut later, she is magically transformed into a boy.
Now there is no mention of discomfort with her female body, so this is decidedly a merely gender-non-conforming lesbian and not a transsexual female with sex dysphoria.
So at the ball apparently no one notices that Jamie is female. Interestingly while there is a great deal of on-the-nose diversity in the ball guests pictured, this is limited to the inclusion of disabled persons and persons of ethnic and religious minorities. There are no gender-non-conforming persons present. And even Jamie merely looks like a stereotypical boy.
Nothing. I repeat, there is nothing there to suggest that sex roles and sex stereotypes are wrong.
Then follows the inevitable rose-tinted happy ending. Only instead of two happy lesbians we're faced with a stereotypical straight couple - a very girly princess and a bog standard looking boy in a suit. And because they are accepted as a straight couple who are completely gender conforming and Jamie's sex is disclosed only to the princess, there is no "gender bending" here.
What there is however, is the ultimate fantasy of complete acceptance and perfectly passing as the opposite sex. As is evident from the inability of Jamie's brothers to recognise her dressed as a boy even when they come right up to her.
And oh shock horror, now that Jamie is no longer female, the next morning, none of the drudgery was taken care of. But one has to surmise that the bad behaviour of the brothers won't have any consequences because they still have their fairy godmother. There is certainly no suggestion that these males may now be doing the cleaning, cooking and mending. So, again, there is no "gender bending".
And apparently, it's not just the suit and haircut, it's that Jamie can finally be herself. Only it literally is just the suit and haircut that apparently makes Jamie the girl into Jaime, the boy, complete with a cutesy new spelling of the name of course.
Execrable bollocks in other words that teaches girls if they are oppressed by males, you don't fight the unfairness of that, you don't campaign for your rights, you don't let them all know you are equal to them, or even better than the males in your life, as Jamie really is. No, you solve the issue of your oppression by joining the oppressor class.
This could have been a great book for baby lesbians. Instead it's yet another homophobic, regressive and - if you look at it closely - anti-feminist book.