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Back In Skirts Part Three:
It wasn't easy spending my teenage years as a girl but what helped me was
that the school I went to was very tolerant of me and of pupils who were
not heteronormative. Also I was never very social or good at sport anyway
so, after a bit teasing to start with from some boys, I was left alone.
As for the girls, my sister was already one of the most popular girls in
class anyway, so the fact that her brother, one of the boys, had now
become one of the girls and she was the architect of that change, made her
even more popular because it demonstrated that girls were superior to
boys.
As Julian, I was held up as an example amongst the girls, of what it meant
to be male, of what it meant to be someone who was a member of the weaker
sex and who was easy to outwit.
"Wait until I tell your mother and you end up like Julianne!" became
almost the class motto. Something that the girls would constantly say to
the boys.
The teachers did nothing to discourage the girls saying this and other
things like this to the boys, because it meant that classes overnight had
become more manageable without unruly boys and in turn this meant that
they looked out for me, as Julianne, and ensured that I was left alone.
Mum, for her part, wouldn't let me have gender reassignment surgery,
although she had started me on estrogen boosters and on testosterone
blockers. I had a pair of tits as big as my sister's. (I knew because we
had the same bra size!)
Trudy also ensured that I, as Julianne, her sister, was included amongst
her circle of friends and I enjoyed being the sister of one of the most
popular girls in school and therefore one of the girls.
Whilst then, my school, Mum and Trudy did all that they could to protect
me from transphobia and bullying, they could not protect me from my own
internal hormonal conflict. You see I was born a boy and part of me still
wanted, despite my appearance and environment, to be one of the boys and
to be popular amongst the boys. Part of me believed in a concept called
"normal" and that somehow I was not "normal" because it was not "normal"
for a boy to be dressed as a girl. Although the other part of me saw
nothing wrong with the girl I had become.
So at the age of 17 I stated to plan how I would secretly buy some boy's
clothes or just take off some of my makeup, be less feminine. The idea of
taking off my makeup or dressing as a boy excited me. In the same way as
it had been both exhilarating, exciting and humiliating for me to go out
dressed as a girl for the first time, so it also felt exciting to go out
one day without my nail extensions and only wearing nail polish and on
another day without false eyelashes and on another without lipstick..
Then there was the day I bought a pair of boy's boxer shorts. It turned
out they were too big for me, and kept falling down, so I snuck out with
them in a plastic bag and threw them in a bin down the road from where I
live so that Mum and Trudy would not find out that I had been toying with
masculinity again.
A few weeks later I found a pair of boxer shorts that fit me so I wore
them to school under my skirt. It excited me to be wearing boxer shorts.
Over the next month I bought a few pairs.
Then Trudy started wearing boxer shorts and a teeshirt as pyjamas. So
suddenly it felt like I had permission to be a boy underneath my normal
feminine attire.
But it would be another year before I plucked up the nerve to buy a pair
of trousers and, although I told myself they almost looked like boy's
trousers, the truth was that the zip ran down the side rather than down
the middle. In short they were obviously Ladies trousers!
On a few occasions when I had been left at home alone I would go to my
hiding place, pull out my pair of trousers and slip them on under my
skirt. Then I would I would unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor.
I would then look at myself in the bathroom mirror and wonder if I could
pass for male. Ultimately I would be forced to conclude that the curves
my petticoat gave my butt produced a very feminine shape and I would
realise that with my trousers with the zip down the side I still looked
like a girl's trousers.
Then one day Trudy caught me wearing them.
All she said, when she barged in on me, was, "You look better in a skirt,
Julianne. Trousers look so masculine on you. Next you'll be wearing a
pair of jeans with a zip down the front!"
I smiled. I was torn at that moment between my sisterly instinct, the
part of me that just wanted to put on my makeup and do girly things with
my sister, and my hormonal desire to look like a boy again.
"Could you still love me if I became your brother again, Trudy?" I asked.
"Yes of course, Julianne, but it wouldn't be the same," Trudy replied.
"Why? Are you thinking of crossdressing 'comme les gar?ons,' Sis?"
I hesitated. It wasn't just that Trudy had described it that way but that
I too had now come to think, despite the fact that I was assigned male at
birth, of dressing as a boy as crossdressing because I had now immersed
myself in a feminine environment. I was Trudy's sister Julianne now
wasn't I? Julian, the feeble insecure little boy had gone and I was no
longer a member of the weaker sex was I? I was a confident young lady
now, wasn't I?
A boy crossdressing as a boy? It didn't make sense did it?
At that moment I decided it was time I left home. I resolved I would go
off to university as Julianne and have a "sex change" and become Julian
again. I wanted to know what it was like to be so inferior. I would
revert to my birth identity again. It was as well that I had not had a
real sex change when I became Julianne, so it should be relatively easy.
I would have to do something about my tits though.
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