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Memoirs of a CD
By Alyssa Davis
I have always been physically small for my age, sometimes called petite, and
it hasn't been easy. During my childhood, boys wouldn't play with me because
I was too little and just got in the way, so they said. My size was no
problem with the girls who let me join them in their groups. Maybe they felt
sorry for me. In school, during boy/girl activities, such as dancing or
competition, if there was a shortage of girls, I was routinely assigned to
the girls ranks because I was so little and looked like a girl. Of course,
the other boys were grateful they weren't chosen.. It became so common that I
eventually didn't wait to be told and just assumed my station on the girl's
side. And all the kids came to accept me in that position without comment. I
just learned to tag along with the girls. I was even assigned a girls part in
a school play...don't know why, but I suspect that the teacher thought I
wanted to do it. As time passed, I developed a close relationship with the
girls in my classes and was welcomed by them. We studied and did projects
together and sort of grew up together. I had few boy friends since their
activities, mostly sports, didn't interest me, and they didn't seem to want
to do anything with me that I liked. But they treated me kindly because my
influence with the girls put me in a good position to line the boys up with
girlfriends.
I was not uncommon for me to be invited to the parties of my closest friends
and I was comfortable being there even tho it was all girls and the
activities were usually those of girls. Their parents never seemed to mind my
presence, and mine encouraged me to attend. They all believed it was because
I was so well-mannered, a real little gentleman. At one party especially,
during the 8th grade, we played all afternoon and into the evening, 7 girls
and me, the only boy. We had so much fun than it evolved into a slumber
party, and I was invited to stay! Pajamas were provided for all, and I was
offered a yellow "baby doll" nitey, consisting of a sheer top and a lace trim
panty bottom, which I put on without a second thought. I was just doing what
my friends were doing. No problem with fit, since I was smaller than the
hostess. When I first appeared wearing the outfit, the girls cheered and
applauded and commented on how "cute" I looked. They were my friends, I
wasn't embarrassed, I knew it was good natured teasing. We then settled in to
a night's fun of girl talk, mostly about boys, getting my point of view about
boy's behavior, until all were asleep on the living room floor. As was usual,
I felt comfortable being there, and the parents had no problem with it. My
first pajama party! After that party, this group of girls treated me like a
sister to them....just one of the girls, which I didn't mind...I enjoyed
their confidence. I had evolved into a group of close friends, girls. By the
9th grade, being a member of the group, I had been invited to several more
pajama parties. I must've been fun to have around...sort of a mascot. But I
was more like a baby brother to my friends. They always provided me with the
proper attire since I didn't own any girl's things and they insisted I wear
them and, of course, I accomodated them. They always managed to give me the
laciest outfits, of which I never complained. I did, fact, learn to enjoy
wearing the things, and I think the girls got a kick out of seeing me that
way.
My first experience at fully cross dressing occurred during the 10th grade. I
was invited to an Avon party. Not knowing what that was, I accepted.
I soon found out...it was a setup...I was to be the model! The Avon Lady
demonstrated her makeup samples on me...foundations, eye shadow, mascara,
blush, lipstick, nail polish, the works! Of course, I was a good sport and
put up no resistance. In fact, I enjoyed it. Maybe that's why the girls liked
me. When finished, I had the face of a beautiful girl! Then my friends
pounced on me and went to work on my hair. It was just long enough for them
to arrange into a girlish style with bangs and a few curls. The hostess, Pam,
pretending to invite me upstairs to show me something, took me to her room
and persuaded me to change into her clothes which she had already prepared
for me. Continuing to be the usual good sport, I obeyed. It didn't take much
persuasion. These were my friends and I felt comfortable with them; I knew
they weren't going to tease me, and I always wanted to see how I looked fully
dressed as a girl, so, with Pam's help, I put on her clothes. When I
re-joined the girls downstairs, I was completely dressed, from hi-heeled
shoes and stockings to panties, bra, slip, dress, and, of course makeup and
hairdo. I loved my new look, the girls loved seeing me that way, and said it
was about time I conformed with my "sisters". They had thought I always
wanted to look this way so they planned this event. I guess they knew me
better than I knew myself. I did feel very comfortable and confident with my
appearance. I now felt a special closeness to the girls. All I could do was
hug them and say "Thank you". Ostensibly, this was all in fun, but they
started something that wasn't to end. That afternoon "we girls" went out to
window shop; to see and be seen. They had gone to a lot of trouble, now they
wanted to show me off. It was a new experience for me, one I'll never forget.
I had known these girls for years, we had done a lot of things together, but
I had never been as one of them! I really felt self-confident passing as a
girl. I instinctually acted and carried myself as a lady, to the raves of my
companions. Like I had been born a girl...but I'd always been with girls so
it seemed natural. The Avon Lady had given me a bunch of samples to keep and
they were put to good use. Pam continued to help me by letting me wear her
clothes, coaching me in the art of being a lady, and instructing me with
makeup tips whenever I wanted to dress up and it became frequent till I got
accomplished with the makeup application. By the time of our senior year, I
had begun to acquire some of my own women's clothes which she allowed me to
keep at her house, mainly underwear e.g. panties, slips,bras and hosiery. The
girls in our group loved to see me cross dressed and insisted that I dress up
at every opportunity which I did just about every time we went out together.
They gave me lots of advice and instruction and I was a quick study, being
highly motivated. I enjoyed being with them as a girl and they treated me
accordingly. It was great practice for me and it was fun to experience the
effect it had on boys, especially the ones who would never even talk to me
but now wanted to date me! The first time my parents saw me dressed, they
thought it was a joke. They went along with it and admired how pretty I was.
The usual remarks about how I should've been a girl, etc., and "you're so
pretty you should look like that all the time". Well, of course I wanted to
accommodate them, so I did let them see me dress more often, saying I'm just
taking their advice. In a short time, they realized it wasn't a joke and
accepted my appearance if it made me happy to look like that, which it did.
After high school, Pam and I luckily attended the same college, and she
continued to help me cross dress. I concentrated on developing feminine
features such as skin and hair care, keeping my body hairless (what little
hair I had), having electrolysis treatments for beard removal when I could
afford it, piercing my ears,and continual breast massage and manipulation to
develop a bust line. In some of the large lecture classes where there was no
roll call, it was possible for me to attend as a girl. Nobody noticed me,
just another small, pretty girl in the crowd and I loved going to class that
way. Turned more than a few boy's heads. At all other times, I just wore
feminine underclothes. Even when Pam and I studied together, I wore girls
clothes. We both got part-time jobs to help with expenses, Pam in retail
sales at a department store, I as a librarian, a female librarian, of course,
at a public library since I had the features and wardrobe of a girl. Nobody
ever guessed my true gender, and, in fact, took me for a girl no matter how I
was dressed. I was very much at ease working as a young lady. I was able to
work my way thru college in that manner. I really wanted to register and
attend all my classes as a woman, but I knew it would have messed up my
credentials for employment later. I didn't want to live my life as a woman.
It was just an occasional thing.
After graduation, Pam went on to find a husband, and I found a wife. While
courting Cathy, I revealed to her my desire to cross dress. I had to, it was
difficult to hide. I had developed such feminine features...it was a struggle
to be a man. At first meeting, Cathy thought I was a girl! Both my ears are
pierced for earrings, I have no facial or body hair, my hair is moderately
long and well conditioned and I have developed small but noticeable breasts
from years of pulling and tight bras. She wanted to see me dressed as a girl
and when she did, she was impressed, and not at all offended. I told her
about my background of being raised almost exclusively with girls, and my
experiences as a cross dresser. Cathy was very accepting about the whole
thing, loving me for myself and not how I looked, and thought it would be fun
for me to occasionally spend time as a woman, as long as we could be
together. She only wanted me to be happy at whatever I wanted to do. Since
we've been married, she and I do many things together as girls. We vacation
together, shop together, and just generally have a good time. She's pleased
about having a double wardrobe (we're the same size) and a live-in girlfriend
as well as a husband. And I'm happy being able to continue to express myself
in the manner I've lived most of my life.
Sometimes being small has it's rewards.
The End
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