My Story

My Story

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 10, 2024
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Non-Fiction
Autobiography
A closeted lady transitioning from a dull boy in male clothing into a beautiful transgendered lady with friends, female friends both supportive and actively assist with this desired transition. I have wanted to be a female girl and then a lady since age 7. I started dressing in my sister's panties, which I stole from her underwear drawer. I would wear them to bed to sleep in and then later to wear under my boy jeans, cargo pants, etc. My Mother found my stash and confronted me; as we talked, she realized that this was not a phase, then took me shopping for my own panties, bras, and hosiery. When my cousin saw the lace from my panties, I shared my need to be a girl; she was supportive and actively assisted me with my feminization and sexual experience, taking my virginity. Then, other female friends assisted me through the years. When my Gender Dysphoria raged, I would freak out and then purge everything. These purges would last a couple of months; as my Gender Dysphoria raged, Casey's voice grew louder with each purge, along with her need to express her femininity. Then, I would again start purchasing a new wardrobe for Casey. I was married for 20 years and in the closet about Casey and dressing up for 19 years of the marriage when she found my stash. I told her everything about Casey and Casey's need to express her personality. She said, "I am unwilling to accept his side of you, Casey's personality, or you dressing in Casey's clothing, and I am coming to me as Casey enters our bed. Casey and I stayed in the other bedroom; later, she moved out, and we separated. Without the purges, I could have paid for most of the surgeries I still need to complete this transformation. I Pray to God each day to wake up fully transformed into the mature young lady I hunger to be. I sexually bisexual cis-females, transgender women in transition or post-op lesbians, and beta sissies with age regression issues, aka, "Littles." I am a good "Mommy" & Little caregiver.
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"What if I'm not one?" I asked, my body wound tight with tension. "One what?" he asked, his voice soft and low. I hesitated. Was I ready? I wanted to tell him so badly. Wanted to scream it from the fucking rooftops. But there would be no going back if I allowed the words to spill out into the world. Telling myself I didn't need someone else's validation, that I knew myself well enough to know with absolute certainty that I was trans was all good and well in principle. But lying here underneath my bed, with my best friend's body pressed so close to mine I could feel his warm breath on my face, I felt those convictions slip through my fingers. Danny's rejection would break me. In a fundamental way. "One what?" he repeated the question, scooting so close to me the tip of his nose brushed mine. Dust motes danced around us, suspended in mid air, teetering on the brink of this momentous feeling wrapping itself around us. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing down the rush of anxiety trying to drown me. His nose bumped mine again and his breath ghosted over my lips. I opened my eyes and stared unblinkingly into his. 'A girl', I wanted to say, even though I knew the words would taste sour in my mouth, 'what if I'm not a girl?' -------------------------------------- Sean and Danny have been next door neighbours and best friends since they were six years old. They've shared almost everything. From first kisses and crushes to heartbreak. But Sean has a secret. One he's never shared with his best friend - who's also the guy he's been in love with since he's known what love is. Sean is trans and struggling to come out. But it's Senior year and choices have to be made. Between college applications, uncovering a plan to hurt one of their classmates and his relationship with Danny, Sean is struggling with doing the right thing and graduating high school in one piece. ⭐to cross oceans for is PART I of Sean and Danny's story⭐ *TW: sexual assault and bullying *

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