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How I Came to Be (Part 1)
By
Melissa Nicole
I grew up in a fairly normal household. I was the younger of two
children, having an older sister by three years. My dad was a high
school state wrestling champ who blew out his knee his senior year and
never got to compete on the college level; leaving him a bitter, mean-
spirited man. My mother was his high school sweetheart. My dad was not
a tall man, competing at the lightweight division. My mother was petite
herself. My sister actually got the "good at sports" gene, which made my
dad love her a whole lot more than me. I was a small, bookworm and the
only attention I got was from my mother. My dad was not physically cruel
to me, but he would constantly remind me how disappointed he was of me.
I resented my dad most of my life, and was not overly sad when he died
from a heart attack when I was a senior in high school. I graduated with
honors and found myself with a full-ride scholarship to a university
across state. It was in college that my life changed.
Like I said, I was not what you would call a chick magnet. That was OK
anyhow, sense I wasn't really into having a relationship with anyone. I
did always have this feeling that something wasn't quite right with me,
but I could never really figure out what it was. I was fine with my life
as it was. I made friends with a couple of girls that lived in the same
apartment building that I lived in. I had always been more friendly with
women, so everyone thought I was gay. I did find men more attractive on
a sexual level, but I never wanted to have sex with them. I know that
doesn't make sense, but that was how I felt.
It was the fall of my sophomore year when my three friends (Meghan,
Collette, and Jessica) and I were sitting around my apartment trying to
decide on Halloween costumes for a party we were all going to. It was a
theme party, the theme being TV or movie characters. We were flipping
the TV channels trying to come up with an idea, as well as just trying to
find something to watch. Collette had the remote and she stopped on an
old rerun of 'Seinfeld'. We watched for a while when Meghan said:
"Too bad we aren't 3 guys and a girl."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We could go as the cast of 'Seinfeld'. It would be easy and funny,"
Meghan answered.
"Yeah, too bad," Collette said.
"Why couldn't we?" Jessica said. "Two of us could just dress as guys.
I'm the tallest, so I could be Kramer. Meghan is second tallest, so she
can be Jerry. Tom [me] can be George sense he is the smallest and
Collette can be Elaine. This can be really cool."
"Well, if we are going to go that route, I'm taller than Tom. Wouldn't
it make more sense for me to be George. George is taller than Elaine.
Tom can go as Elaine. Fits better anyhow," Collette said. They all
agreed and began talking about clothing ideas when I spoke up.
"Hate to rain on your parade, but I'm not dressing up as a girl!"
Something in the back of my mind told me that I shouldn't do that. I
didn't really know why I felt that way, but I did. "No way."
"Oh come on, Tom. You won't be the only guy dressed as a girl. Trust me
on that," Jessica said. "You're just being silly."
We went back and forth on it for a while, and I slowly gave in to them.
I was just being silly, but I couldn't get that thought out of the back
of my head that I shouldn't be doing this. Anyway, I relented and we
went ahead with the plans. Jessica said that her mom had clothes that
would be perfect for me. She went home that weekend and brought the
stuff I would need back with her.
A week passed and it was the day of the party. Jessica showed up at my
apartment with a few bags. She told me that I needed to shave my calves.
The dress was long enough to cover the rest. She then told me to come
out in my boxers only. I did as she said and came back out. She told me
to stick my arms out and she slipped a bra on me. It was a plain white
one with B cups. She padded it with some tissue and handed me a dress.
It was white with floral print. I slipped it on. It fit me perfectly,
which Jessica commented on with some laughter. She then had me sit,
telling me to smooth the dress under me when I did. She handed me some
white socks which I put on. Jessica put some Mary Jane style flats on my
feet (she had to get those from a thrift store) and scrunched my socks
down. She then did my makeup. After a little while, she stood behind me
and put a wig of dark curls on me. She fussed with the wig and pinned up
some of the hair. She then told me to stand. She handed me a red,
oversized women's blazer with the padded shoulders. I slipped it on.
Jessica walked around me with a smile on her face. She told me to go
look at myself in the mirror. I walked over to it and looked at myself.
I was in shock! I didn't look like Elaine in the face, but the clothes
were a perfect match. The wig was done up just like Elaine. I was in
shock because I looked like a girl. I actually did!
"What do you think?" She asked me excitedly. I snapped out my shock and
told her she did a great job. Jessica squealed with delight and gave me
a big hug. "You are going to be a big hit."
"If you say so," I said. Jessica then went to her apartment to get
ready. I went back to looking at myself in the mirror. I still couldn't
believe my eyes. I looked like a normal girl! I stood there looking and
a smile slowly crept across me. I liked the way I looked. It wasn't
anything sexual, I just liked it. I stood there admiring the way I
looked when the others came back to my room. They all looked great. We
left for the party and had a great time. I got many compliments on how I
looked. I was soaking in all the attention. I liked being fussed over.
I also liked the way it felt to walk around in a dress. It felt nice. I
don't know how else to describe it. I had a great time at the party.
When I got home, I continued to stay dressed. I kept going back to the
mirror. I didn't know why I felt this way, but I didn't care. I stayed
dressed for a few hours more. When I finally took the clothes off, I
felt a little deflated. I was sad! I questioned myself why I felt that
way too.
Over the next few weeks, I tried to go back to normal life. I couldn't
stop the growing desire to dress in those clothes again. Jessica never
asked for them back and they were sitting in my closet. Finally one
night I dressed up in them again. It felt wonderful to put the bra and
dress back on. I had no makeup of my own, so I just put the wig back on
and looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw, but not as much as before.
I realized that I wanted to have makeup on again. I sat down then and
started thinking about what I was doing. Why did I like this so much?
Why did I want to look even more like a girl? It still wasn't anything
sexual in nature, but I liked looking like this more than looking like
myself. I had to do something about this. I decided that I have access
to free therapy at the university. I called and made myself an
appointment to see a psychiatrist.
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