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My Story So Far (Part 1) free porn video
I guess I'll start with my earliest childhood memories. I'm not a
person that can recall them with regularity, but the first real memory
for me was being on vacation with my parents and my older brother. I
was 6 or 7 years old and we were in a restaurant in South Carolina, I
think. The waitress was just being friendly with all of us when she
turned to my mother and said, "You have a very pretty daughter." She
was looking at me.
Now, back then my mother was very much a child of the sixties. She let
my brother and I grow our hair long and mine was naturally wavy. I was
wearing a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt and it was very conceivable
for her to make the mistake. My mother told her that I was a boy and
the waitress apologized. I should have been upset like any other boy my
age would have been, but I just sat there feeling wonderful. I just
smiled. My brother teased me incessantly about it for a long time after
and I played it off like I was upset, but I wasn't. That was the first
real memory of my childhood and it would define myself from then on.
There weren't any boys my age in my neighborhood growing up, mostly
older people. The only kids my age were two sisters who lived up the
road from me, and I ended up becoming friends with them. We would
mostly play on their swing set they had in their yard, but on rainy days
we would play games in their house. One of those rainy days we decided
to play house, and it usually was me being the dad and the oldest girl
was the mom while the youngest was the baby. Well, that day the oldest
girl decided that she wanted to be the dad, which I thought would leave
me to be the baby; but she said she wanted me to be the mom.
Again, I should have been mortified, but I just said ok. I didn't even
think about it and then the oldest girl told me to follow her into her
room. She pulled out a dress and told me to change into it. I went
into the bathroom and took off my clothes and put on the dress, which I
remember was blue and flowery. I slipped it on and walked out. The
oldest sister had put on my clothes (minus the underwear, we kept our
own on) and we proceeded to play. While we were in the middle of
playing ( I was acting like I was cooking on their fake stove toy they
had) when their mom walked in on us. I just stood their waiting to get
yelled at, but the mom started laughing and said, "How cute!" and she
left the room. She then returned with a camera and had us stand there
to take a few pictures.
I wasn't angry or upset; I was actually liking the attention their mom
was giving me. She said I was a so pretty and I looked just like a real
girl. I just smiled and told her thanks. She let us continue to play
and then I went home; almost forgetting to change until their mom
reminded me. I was so enjoying playing that day that I forgot I was
still wearing the dress.
That family moved away a year later and I finally got some boys in the
neighborhood and I totally forgot about that incident. I grew up
normally except for the fact that I never grew real big. By the time I
entered high school, I was only 5'7" which is where I still stand today.
I was always a disappointment to my father for not being able to be good
at any sports. My brother could have been but he ended up always in
trouble and turning into a hood and a pot addict. My mother wanted me
to go to college and get a good job, so I was not a disappointment to
her.
My dad died when I was a junior in high school and I took it hard. I
became introverted and started dabbling in pot myself. My grades
dropped slightly and I became depressed. It became so bad that I
overdosed on pills and had to have my stomach pumped at a hospital. I
started going to a psychiatrist and thought my depression was on my dad
and not having a girlfriend. My therapist interviewed my mom and put me
on meds to control my depression. I started feeling better with the
meds and therapy and was soon back to good grades and on my way to
college.
In college, I met Angie in my sophomore year and we became close after a
short period of dating. We moved in together in my Junior year of
college and this is where my real story begins. Angie had recently lost
her sister to a car accident and after a period of grieving was going
through her sister's personal things deciding on what to keep and what
to give to charity. Angie asked me to take the boxes she had marked for
charity to the local Goodwill store and I of course said yes.
I was packing the boxes in my car when I noticed one box was coming
open, so I went to seal it back up. It was a box of clothing and there
was a pink dress on top. Angie was giving all the clothes to charity
because Angie was larger than her sister and wouldn't fit in any of
them. Angie was a heavy girl and her sister wasn't. Anyway, for some
reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of that dress. I pulled it out and
looked it over. It wasn't anything really special, just a pretty dress.
I then did something unexpected. I held it up in front of me, looking
in the mirror in our bedroom and noticing that it looked like it would
fit me. The thought of it fitting me made me feel really good! I don't
know why, but it did. I hadn't felt that good in a long time. I stared
there for the longest time and then I heard Angie coming up the stairs
and put the dress back in the box. I carried it out to the car and
drove to the Goodwill. On the way, though, the memory of feeling that
good overcame me. I couldn't get the though of that dress out of my
head.
I finally did something without thinking. I drove to the storage unit
we rented and took all of the boxes marked clothing and put them in the
unit. I then took the rest of the stuff to the Goodwill. I went home
and went about my normal life, or so I wanted. I couldn't get the
clothes out of my head! The feelings just got worse until I couldn't
take anymore. Angie went to spend the weekend with her mother and I
immediately went to the storage unit. I got the boxes of clothes and
took them home. I got home and took off my clothes and put the pink
dress on. The waves of relief washed over me! I felt so good! It
wasn't a sexual feeling at all, I just felt better than I had in a long
time. I hadn't even looked in a mirror yet. Just the feeling of
wearing the dress was euphoria.
After a while I looked in the mirror and realized I looked foolish. My
hairy legs were sticking out of the bottom of the dress and I had no
boobs. I looked like a guy in a dress and it deflated my good feelings.
I had to do something about it. I went into the bathroom and found
Angie's bottle of Veet and her bladeless razor and rubbed it all over my
body. I let it set in (smelling bad) and then used the razor to remove
all my body hair. It felt wonderful to have the hair gone, I don't know
why but it did. I then went to the clothes boxes and found a pair of
pink lacy boy short panties and slipped them on. I then found a pink
bra and put that on; pulling the dress back on after that. I took some
toilet paper and stuffed the bra and then walked back to the mirror. I
undid the pony tail I had my hair in (I always wore my hair long) and
let it flow around me.
I definitely liked what I saw better. I looked like a plain looking
girl, not pretty but not ugly or masculine either. I wanted to put on
some makeup but I didn't know how so I left it alone. I just walked
through the house in my dress and lingerie and felt incredible. It was
like the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. I just
felt...right! I sat down to reflect on what I was feeling and all the
old memories of me dressing like a girl came back. I just sat there and
smiled thinking about those old memories. Hours passed by until I
realized that it was dark. I fixed myself a bowl of soup and then
decided it was time for bed. I again went to the clothes boxes and
found a sleep shirt. It was dark green with lace trimmings and I put it
on and went to bed. I never slept better!
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