Finding me (crossdressing).
I remember being 9 years old and seeing my older sister coming home from the mall with new clothes. I would think, yes!!! Now I can't wait til she goes back out so I could try them on!!! And eventually she would, and I would! I remember this one dress vividly. It's was a heavier cotton dress with a drop waist. It was pink and came down to my knees. I loved that dress!!! I think she knew also. You see, she and my cousin cornered me on day and sat me down and made me put that dress on and then they put makeup on me and did my hair. I loved it! Haha! The joke was on them! I stayed like that until my mom got home and made me change before my father got home. It was that day I knew.
Fast forward a few years and I'm a teenager. I've collected a decent wardrobe for being a kid. Keeping all my dresses in a box in my closet. Again, my mom found it and made me toss it all. That was a sad day for me. Not only was I forced to get rid of my clothes that made me feel normal, but I realized I wasn't going to be able to show that side of myself very easily. So I repressed it far down! As far as I could.
- 17 Feb, 2017
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