My Crossdressing started awhile ago. I dont even really remember alot of it. But here we go:
Well lets start at the beginning of my life my mother "adpoted" my cousin just before I was born and she went out of her way to spoil ny cousin because she always wanted a little girl. When I was born though I had the boy toy here and there she had girl toys all over the house. My "sister" loved to play with me and I was growing up playing dress-up and house with her and her toys like barbie and then one day while I was 4 years old she had to leave because her parents didnt like mine (
stupid thing to give up a better life for eh) she got moved to a children's aid foster home and started getting in trouble with the law and worst of all I didnt get to see her again till she was 16 but back to the story. After she left her toys and dresses were still at my house I still wanted to play with them my parents didnt mind at first a little dress up here a little playing house there but after a while they began to sell things. The last day of playing house seems like a dream now it was so far back but I got to play the mommy (YAY at the time) so I got all dressed up in my "sister's" clothes and played house when they said that i cant play house anymore I was heartbroken (If I would have known that was the last time that I'd play house I wouldnt have taken the dress off). I also remember very well my favorite toy was going to be sold and I cried for weeks and weeks (it was a barbie playhouse) and I even offered to sell my radio, my lincoln logs, and my tinker toys to keep this one. They said that would keep it if I wanted it that badly but they lied they sold the week afterwards when I went to the first day of school. I couldnt find it anywhere when I asked they said "keep looking it has to be around here somewhere" I looked and looked but never found it and when we moved to Canada the thought hit my mind to ask. I asked and they said that sold it on my first day of school. 
(BTW I can probably still draw a picture of the playhouse).Ever since I was 4 I found it hard to me "the man of the house" I couldnt get away from this past. I did find a way to hide it. I mask it very well while in public, but in private and even in chat rooms alot of people would say that I act like a girl.
The lasts:
The last girl toy-the first day of school
The last playing of house-about March or May of 1994
The last dress that I got to wear-about March or May of 1994
Thanks for listening
Stephanie
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I have alot more to tell if everyone is willing to listen I have a very weird life. It isnt too good to be true in fact it is the opposite. Just that you want to hear my stories and I'll be glad to share.
I don't have any sisters, so I grew up with my mother or my father's GFs as the only female presences in our household. I often wonder what it must be like to have a sister.
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