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Changing Perspectives
Since as far back as I can remember I had always been fascinated by the
way girls dressed and acted. This fascination was so strong to the
point that I idled them and wanted to be one. The only problem was my
mom and the rest of society didn't quite accept it.
My mom had divorced my dad not long after I was born because of his
alcoholic problems and he now lived in another state and rarely
visited. When I was around three years old I would sneak into my
sister's room who was only a year older than I and put on her dresses
and makeup. When my mom caught me she would spank me telling me boys
don't dress and act like that.
When my mom was away my brother, sister and I would play house and my
brother who was two years older than I would often be the husband of my
sister and I was the daughter. My sister assisted in fully dressing me
with a stuffed bra, panties, stockings, dresses, high heels, makeup and
all. I just loved to get dressed up and prance around like I was in a
beauty pageant, which was another role-play we often performed with my
brother as the judge. My brother didn't share my feminine desires but
was very accepting and would often defend me when other kids would make
fun calling me girly, sissy and other names.
Several times my mom caught me playing outside dressed as a girl and
punished me for acting like a girl spanking me and grounding me to my
room. As I got older the neighborhood kids started threatening me, even
beat me up once and my brother stopped defending me. So I began to only
dress up with my sister inside, usually in her room where we would sit
and talk for hours about girl things.
When I was around ten my mom caught my sister and I together talking
and she made me clean the whole house dressed up telling me if I wanted
to be a girl I would have to do all the chores my sister had to do. She
also grounded my sister for participating in my cross dressing, which
was the last time she agreed to assist me or even interact with me as a
girl because of the fear of her being punished. Personally I kind of
enjoyed my punishment and I think she could tell because the next time
she caught me she told me she was going to send me to boot camp so they
would make me act like a boy like my brother, who was living with my
dad now and planned on going to the military.
Soon after, my sister hit puberty started developing breasts and began
dating boys. She was rarely at home because she was usually staying the
night at friend's houses. This increased more frequently and my sister
and I became less attached because her boyfriends usually made fun of
me when my girl friends and I were playing together.
It was hard trying to be a girl because of the harassment and besides
when I would try to grow out my hair my mom would make me cut it or the
school would saying it was a distraction to the other students. My
cross dressing became more of an act in hiding when no one was home and
I did a lot of research on the internet about attaining hormones and
becoming a real girl.
To earn the money I needed I started mowing yards in the neighborhood
and actually made around $100 a week. I was able to order estrogen
patches internationally and started on them immediately. Within a month
I was already developing breasts, my hips were getting wider and even
my sister said your looking more like a girl everyday. My mom really
didn't notice because she worked so much but everyone at school noticed
and girl friends were asking me how I got my face to be so clear and
new kids even thought I was a girl.
After about four months I had developed A cups which I had to hide with
a tight strap I also purchased off the internet and I looked
astonishingly feminine and my mom even told me I looked like a girl.
The school year was almost over and it was time to increase my dosage
on hormones.
The next month school was out and I increased to two patches a day and
was soon developing rapidly and my strap barely concealed my breasts.
None of my pants fit anymore but my sister had several she had grown
out of that she let me borrow, which by the way fit my hips and butt
very nicely. I had now been on hormones for about a year and I easily
filled size B cups and had developed all the features of a real girl
and was feeling great, accept I was still in hiding until, my mom
walked in on me after coming home from work early unexpectedly.
I had just put on my and panties after tucking away what was left of my
manhood and I was starting to put on my bra.
My mom's jaw dropped and the first thing out of her mouth was, "How did
you get breasts?"
I panicked and tried to hide behind my sister's desk, I didn't know
what to say so I told her I don't know they just started growing.
She said, "But how, you're a boy, aren't you?"
I had to play it off so I said, "I think I'm turning into a girl, I've
always thought I was a girl inside and I didn't know how to tell you
when I started growing breasts so I tried to hide it."
She then said, "Are you taking hormones or something?"
My mind went blank, she had figured it out and I was hoping I could
fool her. "No, of course not." I said.
She then told me to get dressed and go to my room. I finished putting
on my bra and she didn't know what to say, then I went to grab my dress
and she just screamed in fury.
"What are you doing?"
I said, "I'm getting dressed like you said."
"Are you crazy?" She screamed. "You're a boy."
I was confused so I just went to my room with dress in hand, finished
putting it on and sat on my bed.
Moments later she walked in and asked, "Why are you doing this?"
I said, "I've always wished I were a girl and I don't fit in with any
of the guys at school."
She then told me she was taking me to a psychologist for therapy. I was
heart broken, I had always felt there was probably something wrong with
me and she had just confirmed it. She told me get dressed in my regular
clothes, I was grounded to my room and I needed to think about what I
was doing.
After she walked out I started thinking about how messed up my life
was, I started crying and thoughts of suicide rushed through my head.
Later that night I could hear my mom on the phone telling someone my
whole story starting from childhood. Soon after, she walked in my room
and told me I had an appointment first thing in the morning with the
psychologist.
That night I cried myself to sleep hugging my teddy bear as tight as I
could, wondering what would happen to me.
The next morning my mom woke me up and told me to get dressed and left
the room. I started to put on my jeans and she walked back in my room
holding one of my favorite dresses of my sisters and told me I would be
wearing this today, and that my sister said it was my favorite dress.
I was shocked, "What do you mean?" I said.
She said, "You're wearing this today and your sisters going to help you
get ready. If you want to be a girl it's time you started acting like
one young lady."
I asked, "Is this some kind of cruel joke for punishment?"
"This is what the psychologist instructed, once you see what it's like
to really be a girl, maybe you'll change you're mind." She said.
Thinking my mom was crazy I just grabbed the dress and she walked out.
The dress was light pink, sleeveless, and had an outer mesh covering
with little hearts on it, and it came to just above my knees. I first
found a pair of panties that matched the dress, tucked away what was
left and slid them on. I then started putting on my bra and noticed it
was getting a little tight on my breasts and that my nipples wear hard.
Then I slid on the dress and tied the bow in back. I pulled out my
favorite wig, which had straight, light blonde hair that came just
below my shoulders, and put it on.
I had never shaved my legs because I was always worried someone would
notice, but I figured this would be my chance. I went to the restroom
my sister and I shared that was connected between our room and pulled
out my sisters shaving gel and razor and starting first by shaving my
legs, then decided to shave my arms and pits also. I then pulled out
her berry-scented moisturizer and applied it on my arms and legs, it
felt great to have smooth legs and I could feel my nipples getting hard
again.
I went back into my room pulled out my pink garter belt, slid my
stockings up my smooth legs and attached the clips. This was truly the
greatest punishment I ever had. All I needed to do now was to get my
sister to apply my makeup, which I had mastered myself but it always
felt better to have her do it. I walked into my sister's room and she
looked up at me smiling.
"You look terrific." She said. "I'm really starting to get jealous of
you. You look better in that dress than I ever did and what's this I
hear about you having breasts and taking hormones, this couldn't be
true."
"See for yourself." I said.
She stood up and slid her hands up my dress grabbed my breasts,
squeezing them and slid her hand down my waists like she couldn't
resist then slowly pulled away. I could feel my nipples getting hard
again from being caressed.
"It's amazing there almost as big as mine and you have a beautiful
waist and stomach I can't believe the effects of the hormones, even
your facial features are feminine, I would never guess you weren't a
real girl if I didn't know you."
I couldn't help but smile and say thank you.
She said, "Enough with that, mom told me the whole story of how she
caught you, which I figured she would eventually, but I think she's
gone nuts. I can't believe she's making you dress up and go out in
public."
"I can't either, do you think anyone will know?"
"Are you kidding, you'll probably have to beat the boys off with a
stick. You look beautiful and you haven't even applied makeup yet. Mom
won't even recognize you. Come on, I'm going to fix you up, sit down."
She began by applying moisturizer to my face, next applied a layer of
base, then concealer around my eyes and also to highlight areas of my
face. She then pressed a loose powder onto my face, applied a single
layer of mascara, followed by eye shadow, first lining my lower lashes,
then lightly stroked color on my eye lids followed by another layer of
mascara and finally applied a highlighting shade on my brow bone, and
another coat of mascara. Next she used a long-handled brush to apply
blush to my cheeks and applied a little on the outside corners of my
brow bone to tone down any obvious shadow colors and blend the eye
makeup in. She then used two different pencil colors to emphasize my
eyebrows and added another layer of mascara. Next she applied a layer
of pink lipstick and outlined my lips with a slightly darker pink. Last
she applied a compact powder to certain areas of my face. Then she
painted my nails light pink and voila.
She handed me a mirror and said take a look. I was astonished there was
a beautiful young girl staring back at me. I couldn't believe my eyes I
looked great.
"You are so pretty, you should try modeling." She said while teasing my
hair with a brush. She then went and grabbed a pair of three-inch heels
that matched my dress. "Here try these on, they match perfectly."
I slipped them on, adjusted the straps, and toddled over to her full-
length mirror. I was amazed; I didn't realize how attractive I really
was. I twirled around and swooshed back my hair in amazement.
At that moment my mom walked in and asked me, "Is Dustin ready yet,
we're going to be late." Then looking harder her eyes widened.
"Dustin?"
"Yes, mom?"
"Oh my, I can't believe it you look so beautiful. How in the world did
I not notice before? I never realized how much you looked like a girl;
I can see now why you don't fit in. But, we better go that will be
discussed when we get to the psychologist."
My mom walked out shaking her head and I followed smiling with my hips
swaying back and forth looked back and thanked my sister for the help.
She just smiled and wished me good luck.
To Be Continued...
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