Not so long ago...
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2003 2:52 am
Okay I have a long story Have fun reading it.
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
Have a question? Post it.
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.
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
Have a question? Post it.
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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