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When I Was Small up to Now.
By Samantha White
My name is Georgia and this is my story.
My father had passed away when I was 3 months old, in a car accident,
too much to drink! So I have been told, that left my mother Jane and
myself George alone, to fend for ourselves, my mother tried as hard as
she could, but she was slowly slipping on a downward spiral of
depression.
Well back in those days, the fifties that is, you didn't get the help
you get now, so our mum was left alone with a baby to bring up and
nowhere decent to really live, let alone having enough money to feed us
on. We lived in a small one bedroomed flat in a shared house, but it was
more like a box room than anything, but my mother struggled on, just
about keeping our heads above water, and I mean just.
Well a few weeks passed when our mums sister Shirley, who she had not
seen or heard from in a long while came onto the scene, it appears that
she had retired from active life and was enjoying the peace and quiet of
everything, as she said," Before I restart my life again. When she found
out the predicament we were in, she contacted our mum her sister and
came down to see us. She was appalled at where we were living, and
suggested to our mum, that since she, that was Shirley was unmarried,
she used to say that she was still waiting for the right man? Would we
like to come and live with her? She owned a large house just outside
Portsmouth. The suggestion was that Jane out mother went out to work,
and Shirley would look after me. After a lot of talking they both agreed
that would be a really good idea.
As for me the first thing Auntie Shirley said was, "Oh what a pretty
girl you have, you're so lucky, that's something I have always wanted, a
pretty girl." Our mum laught and said, "that's not a girl, that George."
Auntie Shirley said, "But he's so pretty, to pretty to be a boy."
So, we moved in. Mum got a full-time job in a clothes store, and I got
the sole attention of my Auntie Shirley.
Well what a happy ending you think. How wrong, so wrong, I think?
As time went on I found myself being dressed in pretty baby frocks,
having bows in my hair and being referred to as Georgia, first by Auntie
Shirley and then by my mum, Jane. It just seemed to flow on, they let my
hair grow and always told people when they asked or commented on me,
that this was their baby Georgia. I didn't mind, I didn't know, I was
too young to know anything.
As I started to grow I was about four or five, I was wearing dresses,
short white socks, frilly knickers, girl shoes and having my hair
platted or put into pigtails. At one point, I was told they were even
going to have my ears pierced.
But of course, as I grew up into school age, they couldn't continue
pretending I was a girl, so off came the pigtails, but they still left
my hair collar length, my frilly knickers became pants, and my dresses
became shirts and shorts. Now it appears I was ready to face the
prospect of school.
As the years passed, I was about eleven and a half then, I started to
feel a strange attraction to my Aunties and Mothers clothes, I used to
love the feel of them, the texture, in fact everything there was about
them I loved.
I couldn't say what or why and as I never remembered how they had
dressed me, or referred to me when I was a baby, so I just kept quiet
about it all. I never had many friends at school as I never seemed to
fit in, i.e. I never liked football or any hard boy's games, but that
was just me, no one really cared, so I was happy. To be honest, I would
rather have been playing with the girls in their games, but of course I
never said or hinted that.
It was about two years later I was thirteen and a half and Mum was at
work and Aunt Shirley was reading her book, she was an avid book reader,
and I was feeling tired that night, so I said to Aunt Shirley, "Is it
all right if I go to bed now, I know it's only eight o/clock but I'm
just so tired." She replied, "Of course, off you go, sweet dreams." And
off I went.
I was lying in bed starting to snuggle down when I saw a pile of clothes
ready to be put away tomorrow, as I lay there I kept getting this urge
to see what was in there, deep down I knew what I was hoping for, so I
quietly got out of bed and went over to the pile. As I looked through
the pile, I saw a bra and one of those rubber pull on girdles with the
suspenders on, they felt so soft and nice, dare I? should I? I could not
resist it, I put the bra on, it had four hooks at the back then I found
some socks and put them into the cups to fill them out like breasts, I
got hold of the girdle a pulled and wiggled my way into it so it fitted
where it should. The feel of the tightness of both the bra and girdle
was exquisite, I could imagine wearing these all the time, my mind was
racing, then I heard the front door, it was mum coming home, so quickly
I took off the bra rolled down the girdle as that was the only way it
would come off, and put them back into the pile then I jumped back into
bed with my heart still racing.
Mum came up about ten minutes later to make sure I was feeling okay as I
had gone to bed very early, I said to her when she asked how I was, I
replied, "Yes I'm fine mum I'm just tired." "Well you look a bit flushed
to me have you got a temperature." I nearly laught. "No, I'm just tired
mum that's all."
She said, "Okay then have a good night," and gave me a kiss on the
forehead and went downstairs.
I nearly died with excitement and fear, that night I had many different
dreams, but none bad.
Over the next month I found myself, when I was alone, going through all
my Mothers and Aunties drawers in their rooms, it was like a drug, the
more I saw and felt their clothes, the more I imagined myself wearing
them, it was starting to become an obsession, but I never tried anything
on from there drawers, I think it was fear of being found out that
stopped me. But I did carry on putting on the clothes from the clean
washing pile, I felt quite safe doing that, mainly because I would do it
after everyone had gone to bed.
A week later Mum and Auntie said that they were going shopping, would I
like to come, they would be gone for four or five hours, but I was not
to worry if I didn't want to go, as there was plenty to watch on the
telly.
As you might have guessed, I said, "Thank you anyway, but I would like
to watch the cricked,"
"That's fine," they said. "You know where the cupboard is if you get
hungry, we will see you later then, bye."
I let them go for a good hour before I went upstairs, just in case they
had forgotten something and came back.
I went upstairs to the bedrooms and I didn't know what to do first, so I
took a deep breath and opened one of the drawers, it contained panties
and bra's, I took out the ones which matched and put them on, again
filling out the cups with socks, then I slid the panties on hiding my
extra bits below, that felt and looked good, it seemed I had nothing
there, next came the rubber girdle, again I pulled and wiggled it about
until it fitted right, my next attempt was a pair of stockings which I
had seen my mum put on, so I rolled them up slipped my foot in and
gently rolled them up my legs and attached them to the suspenders.
The feel of them on my legs, the pull of the stockings on the
suspenders, the noise and feel as they rubbed on my legs was intense.
The tightness of my bra making me feel its restrictions as I breathed, I
think I almost fainted. I carried on looking and found a frilly white
petticoat which I slipped over my head and pulled down encasing my bra
and girdle, giving them a smooth appearance, walking to the wardrobe was
a thrill, with my nylons rubbing together and my petticoat ruffling as I
walked, I opened the door to be confronted with an array of dresses,
skirts, blouses.
I picked up a midi length dark blue midi length skirt and a gold long
sleeve blouse with a ruffled neckline and ruffled wrists, I put them on
and just started swinging around the room, it all felt so, so good, I
found and slipped on a pair of high heeled shoes which made me feel even
more like a girl, as I could only take short steps with them on without
falling over.
I looked at my watch, still three hours to go, I went to the dressing
table and found the makeup and had a go as I had seen mum and auntie to
so often, it was not as easy as I thought, In the end I looked more like
a clown than anything else, so off it same.
I brushed my hair so it was long and loose and tied a blue ribbon in it
to keep it together.
For the next hour, I pranced around the house looking in all the mirrors
at myself, thinking that I would make a lovely girl.
Again, I looked at my watch, a good hour left, so I had plenty of time
to change back into my ordinary clothes and put back everything as it
was, all folded up nice and neat, No one will ever know I thought.
This happened on several occasions, on each occasion I did the same, but
in-between I read, in secret, all about how to put make up on what
colours went with what, I felt I was becoming a bit of an expert on all
of this, and I was enjoying reading about it all. Sometimes if time was
short I would not dress up but just try to do my makeup and hair I was
getting quite good at this in the end.
Well needless to say it was about a month or so later that mum and
Auntie Shirley decided to go out for the day again, I must admit that I
couldn't wait for them to go, bad as that sounds.
As soon as they had left, I waited my usual half an hour and then went
upstairs to the bedrooms, I opened the drawer to find a new purple and
black Basque with suspenders and matching panties, well who could resist
that, after a struggle getting it on and fasting the tapes at the back
so they pulled my waist in a lot tighter, I slipped on the matching
panties, and remembering what I had read I slipped the suspenders under
my panties, then with great relish I found a pair of black seamed
stockings, which again I put on very carefully so that I did not ladder
them, that would have taken some explaining, as I attached them to the
suspenders I could feel that pull on them, the feeling made me shiver. I
went to another drawer where I found a long black petticoat with frills
around the top and bottom, I soon slipped that on over my head and
shivered as it slid down my body, next was a dark blue skirt which came
just above my knees and a light blue frilly blouse which was buttoned up
at the back, it had three quarter puffy sleeves tightening just below my
elbow and wrist. I followed this with a pair of light blue high heels.
Talk about cock of the walk, I felt the feminine equivalent.
Next I went to the dressing table, putting into motion what I had learnt
and tried out from the magazines, I applied my makeup, first some
foundation then some powder sealer to lock it on, some blue mascara to
match my dress some eye liner shaped into a upward tail at the ends,
brown eyebrow pencil to shape my eyebrows and to give them a slight
downward ink in the middle so they were almost an inverted v shaped, a
small amount of blusher to show my cheek bones off then some light red
lipstick with sealer applied over the top.
By now I was so carried away I wasn't thinking straight, I applied some
perfume and gold earrings then a gold chain necklace with a drop pearl
in the centre. I did my hair by back combing it up and spraying
hairspray on it making it look all fluffed out with a curled fringe.
I was ecstatic to see how I looked in the mirror, if anybody did not
know me they would never recognise me as a boy, only as a girl, I was
grinning ear to ear and almost dancing around the room.
Then you know when out of the corner of your eye, you notice something
that is different to what it should be, with a very slow-motion turn of
my head I looked around, to my absolute horror, there was my Mother and
Auntie Shirley watching me and smiling, how long they had been there I
don't know, I was panic stricken, what was I to do or say? So, I did the
only thing I knew what to do by instinct, start crying, begging for
forgiveness, saying that it was the first time I had done this, and I
would never do it again, as I slowly collapsed to the floor tears and
mascara streaming down my eyes. Both Mum and Auntie Shirley came over to
me and crouched down beside me, speaking quietly they said, "Georgia
don't cry, we know you have been dressing up for a long time now, don't
worry, we both love you as a girl, we always have since you were a
baby." Then they told me what they used to do with me when I was a baby,
dressing me up as a girl and pretending to everyone that I was, they
were both hugging me, I felt as if I was in a cocoon.
Mum gave me some tissues and told me to dry my eyes and to wipe the
mascara away from them as it was spoiling my makeup, I did as she said,
not knowing what was going on, I thought they would be mad, be furious,
or something, not this though, I was totally confused.
They slowly picked me up and took me downstairs to the lounge, where
they sat me down with me still clutching my tissues like a drowning man
clings to a lifeboat. Mum went out in the kitchen to make us all a cup
of tea. Auntie Shirley said to me, "We know you've been dressing for
ages now, I am very fussy how I fold my clothes and where they go, when
I noticed that not only were not folded as I do them, and they weren't
in the right place where I keep them, I guessed that it was you playing
dress up with them. But you started to wear more and more, and then I
noticed my makeup was moved, so I sat down with your mother and we
discussed what to do, or what to say to you about it. We thought the
best thing to do was to give you time to dress properly a few times then
pretend to go out all day, but come back a lot earlier to make sure it
was you, and to see how far you were willing to go. I deliberately left
that purple Basque out on top to see if you liked wearing it."
"As we know now you like wearing all girl's clothes, from panties to
high heels, but there is no shame in that at all Georgia." Mum came in
with a cup of tea for us then, she was still smiling, she looked at me
and said, "You know Georgia you make a beautiful girl, I must admit that
I have always wanted a daughter, and though it sounds silly, I'm so
pleased you like dressing as a girl, it makes me feel as if I have one
now."
I sat there not knowing what to say or do, I mean there's being shocked
and being shocked, and boy was I shocked, I mean they didn't mind, or
even seem to want to encourage me to dress as a girl. I was still in
shock when they asked me, "Do you like just dressing up as a girl now
and then, or do you really want to become a girl full time," I did not
know what to say, then all of a sudden it all started to spill out, I
started mumbling, "I like wearing girls clothes all of them, it make me
feel really comfortable when I do, I feel so different, I feel as if I
was supposed to be wearing them, I just love dressing and pretending to
be a girl."
Mum looked at Aunt Shirley and said, "Shirley you know we were thinking
of going away on holiday later this year, well I have an idea come
outside in the kitchen a moment and let me put it to you. Georgia would
you stay in here for the moment while I speak to Shirley, we won't be
long" I replied, "Yes Mum." Oh, and one more thing," she said, "when
your dressed as a girl, would you mind calling me mummy." I said," Yes
Mummy." And a happy grin spread across her face.
They had been in the kitchen about twenty minutes before they came out,
I was still sitting at the table, they sat down and Aunt Shirley spoke,
"Now Georgia your mum and I have been discussing this, and we have
agreed on a solution, but it will be up to you to either say yes or no,
is that clear." I nodded my head and said, "Yes Auntie."
"This is what we have decided," she said, "We were going on holiday for
three weeks later on this year in October, but we have decided to change
it from October to July which is just over a week away, you will be on
school holidays so all that will be taken care of. Now this is what we
propose, we will all go away for the three weeks, but you will come as
Georgia, by that I mean you will be Georgia the whole time, day and
night, in fact you will become a full-time girl, no trousers just skirts
and dresses, no pants just panties and of course a bra which you will
wear all the time like a real girl would, there will be no boy's things
in anyway coming with us. Do you understand Georgia."
I thought about it for a minute or two and then said, "Yes, I would love
to do that, thank you Auntie, thank you, Mummy."
Auntie Shirley said, "Right if you're sure we are going to have to make
you a bit more like a girl, so tomorrow we will go down the town and you
will get your ears pierced, maybe two in each ear I think. Then it will
go to the hairdresser to get your hair styled into a girl's style, then
last of we will get you a proper manicure and pedicure and have your
nails painted. Whilst that is being done your mother and I will go out
shopping for you, to get your new clothes and everything a girl needs,
all right Georgia." I could only nod and smile and again say, "Thank
you" to them both again.
We had supper that night with me still dressed as Georgia, afterwards I
had a nice smelly bath that Mummy prepared for me and was given a long
nightdress and matching panties to wear to bed. That night I slept like
I had never slept before, I was so relaxed, and the smell of the
bathwater and feel of the nightdress and panties were overwhelming.
The next morning, I was awoken by Auntie shouting to me, "Come on lazy
bones we have a lot to do today." I was told to wear a pair of panties,
and a matching padded bra which mummy found, a dress, no tights or
stockings as I was having my feet seen to, and a pair of small wedge
sandals, they found a ladies coat I could wear as well, in case it got
chilly.
I was terrified at first, but both Mummy and Auntie calmed me down,
saying, "Look Georgia you don't even look like a boy, you look like a
girl, so don't worry we will be with you all the time, okay." She
produced a bottle of pills out of her bag, I didn't see what they were,
and undoing the cap said, "Take two of these, they will calm you down."
When we returned home that following evening my hair was cut and styled
like a girls, my ears had been pierced and I had two gold studs in each
ear, my fingernails and toenails had been shaped and were now a dark
pink, after we had a rest, Auntie said in a stern tone of voice, "Before
we have a fashion show there is something that I have got to do to you
before anything, and I'm afraid you're not going to like it, but it must
be done."
I started to worry what it was, then she smiled and said, I am going to
pluck you eyebrows, it might hurt at first, but you will soon get used
to doing it by yourself, because girls don't have shaggy eyebrows. By
the time Auntie had finished I had a pair of beautifully shaped eyebrows
I had ever seen. There was no way now that I could be mistaken for a
boy, I looked face wise a true girl.
After a truly painful time with my eyebrows, Auntie and Mummy brought
out what they had bought me, I was overcome, I had dresses ,skirts
,blouses, petticoats, stockings, and tights, I had four matching padded
bra and panties sets, I even had a swimsuit, I had three pair of shoes
with various high heels and colour to match my dresses and skirts , and
as for makeup there was too much to name, I had creams, lotions, potions
everything a girl could want, I had long and short nightdresses with
matching robes. I was excited as you would never believe.
Then I came across something I didn't expect, a box of sanitary towels,
Mummy explained that if I wanted to be a girl, then I should get used to
wearing sanitary towels one week in three as most girls have to. She
said that she would mark on the calendar when I should be on, and on
those days, I would have to wear the sanitary towels day and night. I
said, "Okay Mummy if that's what girls have to do, then so shall I.
By the time we left for our holiday George was no more his place had
been taken by Georgia, I was so excited I was a real girl in almost
every way, Auntie Shirley Kept giving me these pills, two a day, she
kept saying it was to keep me calm, but I just had this feeling, but I
kept on taking them.
On holiday, it was great I dressed and acted like myself, like a normal
girl, I found the face creams I was using day and night was giving my
completion a very soft appearance, it was becoming more and more obvious
that my appearance was slowly changing to that of a girl. Even my
breasts were showing signs of getting slightly larger and a lot more
tender. But I will admit it again I was loving the experience of it all,
even down to wearing my sanitary towels.
I was still taking my two pills a day and using my creams day and night,
it was becoming a matter of routine. It even got to the point one day
when I saw some boys eying me up, I felt so flattered, I even blushed,
that didn't go unnoticed by my mummy, she said, "There now even the boys
are eying you up just like if you were a full girl."
At the end of our holiday, I was so sorry we had to go home mainly it
meant I would have to go back to being a boy, and I hated that thought,
also my face was becoming smoother and less pronounced, my breasts were
becoming like small tities and were very tender, and most of all I was
feeling really relaxed and good about myself, something I always had
trouble with.
On the morning we were going to leave, we all sat down in my room, that
was Auntie, Mummy and me and we started talking about what had happened
to me in these three weeks. I told them honestly that I did not want to
go back to being a boy and that I loved being a girl, sanitary towels
and all. They looked really pleased, Auntie Shirley said she had a
confession to make to me, she told me that the pills and cream I had
been using was in fact hormone cream, I then understood what was
happening to me, she told me that she was sorry she did not tell me but
she was afraid to. I smiled at her and said, "Auntie that was the best
thing you could have done for me, it made me realise who I really was.
They both smiled, then said, "We have another question for you Georgia."
I replied, "Yes what do you want to know."
Hesitating and looking at each other Mummy said, "Would you like to be
my daughter and Aunt Shirley's niece full time. It would mean, mean
dressing and acting as a girl full time, having to wear dresses not
trousers, panties not pants and a bra full time, as well as all the rest
of wearing girl's clothes and sanitary towels, it would also mean
changing from a boy's school to a girl's school and learning to be
excepted as a girl until you are old enough to become a real girl in
every way." I looked at them and started crying," Yes I would love that,
to become your daughter and your Niece would make me the happiest girl I
know, thank you so much for being so understanding and helping me find
out who I really am, thank you so much again." Then we all hugged each
other and cried.
p.s. That was four years ago tomorrow, I have now had the operation and
am now a proper girl, I still live with my Mummy and Auntie, but I have
a job as a personal secretary to this really cute boss, John, we seem to
get on really well and he has asked me out to dinner, of course I
accepted, and I am now just waiting for him to pick me up. Here's
hoping.
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