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My First Time
By Melissa Rose
I don't know if anyone has heard of the town in Ohio called Massillon,
but for those who don't; Massillon is all about Football. When a baby
boy is born, the local Football Booster Club members give him a toy
football. I still have mine. Anyway, I used that as a backdrop of how
this town is, boys will play football and everyone else doesn't matter.
I grew up with my mother's looks and temperament. I was not cut out for
playing football. I was different. I knew it at an early age, when I
was one of the last boys picked to play on a team. Not that I deserved
to be picked higher, I sucked at football. I was not athletic and I
didn't want to be. I hated physical contact and would always find an
excuse to not dress for gym class. Again, I knew I was different. I
always wished I were a girl. Girls were just better, in my eyes. I was
obsessed by the way they dressed and looked. Girls walked and talked
better, they smelled better; they were just BETTER! I don't know why I
felt this way, but I did (and still do). The feelings I had didn't
change when puberty set in, they got worse. It was around the age of 12
that I really knew I wanted to be a girl. Any wet dream I had always
involved me being with a boy, and I was always a girl in them. I am not
attracted to men when I'm dressed like a man, only when I'm dressed as
a woman. But, on the other hand, I am not attracted to women sexually
at all. I know deep down inside that I'm a woman trapped in a male
body. I am finally doing something about it. I am now a pre-op
transsexual (only a few weeks into it) and I can't wait to become a
woman full time.
Anyway, this story is about the first time I dressed as a female fully.
I would always sneak and try on my mother's panties and bras and stuff,
but I never went all the way with it. It happened when I was 13. I
attended a Catholic school. I would always stare at the girls who would
walk by me. Everyone thought that I was just girl crazy like all the
other boys, but that was not it at all. I wished I were walking in that
group of girls, swaying my hips in those cute pleated skirts and knee-
high stockings. My hair all curled up (it was the middle 80's) and
wearing the latest perfume, smiling and flirting at all the cute guys
in the school. I obsessed about it until I couldn't stand it anymore;
and I finally put a plan into motion that I thought was foolproof.
My mother was a widow and had to work a lot of hours as a registered
nurse to get by. My house was empty all day until late at night when
she would get home. I faked being sick (my mother knew I was faking,
but she let me stay at home anyway; I found out later) and waited until
she left for work. It was an hour before school started that she left
for work, so I hurried up and got dressed and snuck into my school
after the first bell rang. I hid in an upstairs closet that was next to
the gym. My class had gym the second class of the day and I waited
until I heard them come in to change. I waited until they went outside
to class and I went into the girl's locker room. I had to hunt down
each locker until I found the one I was looking for. Her name was
Nicole. She was one of the popular girls and she was my size almost
perfectly. I found her locker and took the uniform she was wearing and
stuffed it into a gym bag I brought with me. I hit the jackpot! She was
wearing the usual uniform skirt and she was wearing a pink blouse with
it. The stockings were pink as were the panties and matching bra (A
cup). The only thing that didn't work for me was her shoes. My feet
were a little bigger than hers, so I had to search each locker until I
found a pair of black and white Buster Brown's that belonged to another
girl (I don't remember her name). I hurriedly stuffed those into my bag
and snuck out a side door of the school and practically ran all the way
home.
I showered as soon as I got home and immediately put on the panties.
They were cute pink cotton with lace edgings and a little bow in front.
I almost fainted when I put them on. I was in heaven! The panties felt
so good to wear. The bra was next. I fastened the hooks in front and
then spun the bra around and slipped my arms in the straps. I filled
them with tissue paper. It felt so wonderful to wear a bra that
actually fit (my mother's were too big). I couldn't wait to see myself,
but I decided to wait to look until I was fully dressed. The stockings
were next. I gently rolled them up my legs (thank God my legs were not
hairy yet). The intense feeling of wearing the stockings was like
nothing I ever felt before. I can't really do it justice to describe
the feeling. Next came the blouse. The buttons were on the opposite
side of what I usually wore. I don't know why, but it felt right to
button them this way. The blouse was so soft and smelled like the
perfume Nicole was wearing. It was incredible. I put on the shoes next.
They were those black and white patented shoes like schoolgirls wore
back then, with just a little heel in them. Finally, the piece I had
been waiting for. The skirt! It was the typical Catholic School uniform
skirt, red and black plaid with big pleats that went to just above the
knee. The way it felt to walk, with the skirt swishing around my legs,
I was in complete contentment. I felt right for the first time in a
long time, maybe ever. I finally walked to a mirror and looked at
myself. I cried! It was tears of joy, though. It took me a long time to
overcome my emotions. I had to wash my face. I decided to try to put on
some lipstick of my mom's. I didn't get it anywhere near right, but it
still felt good to wear it. I also got my mom's curling iron out and
put some curls in my hair. That didn't come out looking right either,
but I still enjoyed using the curling iron. I felt like a girl. I tried
to walk like a girl, swinging my hips. I probably looked like a bad
drag queen, but the feeling of wearing a skirt was too intense for me
to care.
I didn't realize that I had been dressed that long, but it was going on
4 hours when my mom came home on her lunch break! I didn't even hear
her come in, me being to involved in what I was doing. I was just
walking down the stairs into the living room when my mom walked in the
front door and stood shocked at what I was wearing. I stood frozen for
a minute and then ran to my room crying. I didn't know what to say or
do. I just stood there crying when my mom knocked on my door and came
in. She demanded to know what was going on and I just broke down and
told her everything. I really started balling then, and to my surprise
my mom came over and gave me a hug. She let me cry it out and then we
sat down and talked. I told her how I always wanted to be a girl and
wished I could wear clothes like this all the time. Thank God my mother
was a 60's hippie. She was actually not that mad at me. Of course, I
had to return the clothes. I would take the bag back to school and
leave it in a corner somewhere to make it look like someone was just
playing a joke or something. But then she said that she wanted me to
see a psychiatrist. If I really wanted to pursue this, she would
eventually support me. I told her that I would never want to hurt her,
and if I decided that I wanted to really become a woman, I could as
soon as I graduated High School! My mom then went on to say that I
really looked pretty as a girl. I was flattered, but I suspected that
she was just being a mom when she said that. She said that I could wear
girl's clothes around the house if I wanted, but only when there was no
one around. She would even buy me some things if I wanted. I decided
not to, though. Fear of getting caught by someone finally crept up in
me. I did go to a shrink and I played along with her in making her
believe that this was just a passing phase. I really didn't want to
embarrass my mom, so I buried my feelings. It took me twenty years to
finally come clean with myself, and wouldn't you believe it, my mother
is my biggest supporter in my transition.
I know this isn't the best piece of writing out there, but I felt I
needed to get it off my chest. I hope some of you enjoyed my story.
Arisha
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