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JOALT - "Journey of a life time"
Chapter 1 - in the beginning - PG
Preface
I just want the ladies that read these following chapters that those of us
that enjoy wearing your garments, playing with make up and acting as if we
were like you find it much more enjoyable than you do. I understand your
need to slip that underwire bra off you chest, amazingly without removing
your blouse, the minute you get home work and free the captive twins once
again. To stand upon a flat surface on the earth and not a few inches
higher then you need to. We understand and under appreciate what you go
thru, period. But that being said, many of us would rather be like you
then like us. Our hearts go out to you.
This is my story, a story of identity. I started out writing a fantasy
short story, because that's what I like to read. But instead it kept
getting longer and getting deeper in to myself. I realized at some point I
was writing about my life. So I broke it down into chapters, chapters that
range from a rating of G to a X. Its a story of teens learning to grow up
in the 60's and 70's. The nuclear family and broken homes. It's been
helpful to me placing this story down on paper, not just reliving my past
but I know now what to give to my shink that would help explain my life.
All names have been changed to protect those who might ever read this,
some events are true, some are fantasy, some still could happen, you never
know. So please come in to my world and enjoy the trip.
Let's start - CHAPTER 1 - in the beginning
Growing up I always felt that I was misplaced in my role in society, today
that's not all that strange to hear a child talk about how misplaced
he/she feels, but when I was a child in the 60's it was a one way ticket
to doctors for therapy and what else they thought would work to set you
'straight'. I remember when I was 4 years old, I asked my mother if I
could be a girl too that I wanted be like her! "Of course not silly,
you're a boy!" she told me. "Accept what you are and be happy to be
alive." I guess I had made a mistake of asking that question. We had just
lost my younger brother to cancer. Now, looking back, I am sure that might
of had something to do with my attitude towards my feeling about being a
boy too. You know, thinking that being a boy that I too might parish as
well. We had just gone thru the Cuban Crisis, Korean War was over, Vietnam
was starting up, with weekly 'killed' reports given by broadcast news,
plus dad was military. One can only imagine what goes through our minds
when we are young and how it might effect us.
Since I grew up in a military family we were always on the move it seemed.
I guess in the long run we were luckier than others. Dad was never
stationed overseas, he was injured during WW2 and was now training others.
We always were stationed within 400 miles of Chicago, my mother's
hometown. Sometimes when dad was gone for long periods of time and far
away we would go back to Chicago and live at grandmothers until the next
transfer came thru. To give you an idea I lived in 6 locations in 13
years. But in the past 6 years we had stayed put in our own house in the
Chicago suburb of Oak Brook. It was a grand old house. I loved the fact it
had a rear staircase that went to the kitchen from the upstairs hallway by
my room. It was narrow and steep, but it allowed easy access to the the
back door when needed.
The effects of moving so often has its effect on children, I'm sure. These
effects can vary as much as the stars in the sky. Whereas my sister is out
going, makes friends easily and, to me, seemed to be liked by many. I, on
the other hand, was the opposite. I tended to be alone in my own little
world. I didn't make friends easily, I was shy and tended to get along
best with and played mostly with girls, much more so then the boys. Till
this day I don't know why. It seemed that I felt more accepted by them,
just one of the girls you could say.
Still the thought never left my head that I always thought about being a
girl, I really wanted to be a girl. I loved what they were allowed to
wear, their shine black Sunday shoes, wearing white lace dresses with the
puffy sleeves. Knee socks and ankle socks with lace trim! Long, curled,
styled hair. Everyone made a fuss over how beautiful the girls looked.
Every one seemed to make a fuss about them. Everything seemed so colorful,
soft, different and yet forbidden to me. All I knew was at the age of 5 I
was having fun, I was playing and I was enjoying my childhood. I enjoyed
playing Barbies, dressing her up with the other girls in the neighborhood,
I never thought about it as being "unmanly" or "boys just don't do that!"
Well over time I was told just that and to stop!
I have an older sister, Liz, "The Sister from Hell!", she was a whole 4
years older then I. She became the dreaded built-in family baby sitter, me
being the baby, and she hated it. I am sure to this day she still has a
special place in her heart for me!
I watched her as she grew up and blossomed into a young lady. I couldn't
believe the clothing she and mom got to wear, so cool. Dresses, skirts and
blouses, hose, beautiful shiny leather shoes and heeled sandals with
straps across there feet with painted toe and finger nails. It seemed they
could pick any fantastic color of the rainbow. It all looked so pretty to
me, yet was forbidden. Being a boy these items were not for me. Dad was in
the military, all I ever saw was drab green on him and, of course, on me
as well, being Daddy's little soldier. Oh how I wished so bad I could be a
girl.
Then one day I noticed something my sister was wearing under her blouse,
something I never really noticed on the other girls before, it was a
beautiful looking chest protector! I could see that It wrapped around her
chest and looked to have straps that went over the shoulders. Something a
baseball catcher might wear, I thought, but it was different. I couldn't
help myself, being the inquisitive child I was, I pointed at her chest and
asked her what it was that she had on? "it's called a brassiere" she said
with a certain smugness in her voice. "A what?" "A bra dummy, something
girls my age start wearing." "Oh, Can I have one?" I asked her. "No silly,
bras are for girls only, you're a boy, boys don't wear bras, stop being so
stupid!" Disappointed and dejected was I. Again here I was with the same
thought I guess I have always had. "Why do they get all the cool stuff to
wear?"
A few more years floated on by. I kept seeing more girls with bras,
dressed in dresses, stockings and heels, wearing make up. I just wished I
were them. What was so secretive and so enticing about these things I
wondered. Then finally one day I found myself home alone. Dad was away at
work somewhere, again out of town, Liz was staying late at school for band
practice that day due to an upcoming school assembly. As it was I got out
earlier then her since I was in 5th grade at this time. When I got home I
found a note my mom had left me saying that she had a doctors appointment
and after was going to the base commissary to pick up groceries for the
month and should be home before 5. It didn't take me long to put it
together that I had time to myself, and to explore. This was really the
first time I had ever been left at home, by myself, for any length of
time. Usually it was for a few minutes or so as mom would run next door
for a cup of sugar or the like. But now I've got time, maybe an hour or
two at best.
The first place I went was to my sisters room upstairs, had to check out
these bras she had. I knew she had to have more than one. I had to be
careful, Liz was one of these girls that can tell if anything has been
touched, moved and at times even looked at! So I was off to her laundry
basket and bingo, there in front of me was pure gold, a white, soft bra, a
nice pair of matching white silky panties. I couldn't wait to try them
both on. I stripped down to my bareness and slipped in to the panties.
First thing I noticed was there wasn't much room for me, I mean my stuff
was a little tight. But they felt so soft, so fantastic on me. I couldn't
help but rub my hand across my front and my butt, I felt the smooth
roundness and the silky feeling of the fabric to the touch. Why, oh why
can't boys have this type of underwear was all I could think. Then it was
time to try on the bra. It took awhile to figure thing out. Which side was
in, what was out, do you slide it over your head? It was a tricky item to
say the lease. Once I figured out the you needed to unhook the back of the
bra before putting it on things tended to move quicker. Left arm, right
arm, ok now hook the two middle pieces together in the back! That was a
challenge unto itself, not seeing what your goal was! After many attempts
I final got one, only one of the two hooks together, but it was finally on
me, it felt good. But I need something to help fill it up. I grabbed a
pair of socks and placed one inside in each side of the bra, giving me a
lumpy set of boobs! It all felt so nice. I looked in the pile and saw
Liz's white plaid dress. I wonder, I've gone this far why stop now or do I
have time!
I slipped the dress over my head and arms into the sleeves, so much easier
than the bra, wiped down the dress with my hands and buttoned up the
front. I looked up and saw myself in the mirror. For the first time I saw
myself as a girl, wearing pretty things. Here I was dressed in panties, a
bra and wearing a dress. I felt, for some reason complete, it felt right.
I felt, again, like I should have been born a girl not a boy. It felt so
different about my inner self. I didn't feel like Chris, I was someone
else. I walked around the house for five or so minutes being the girl I
really had always wanted to be, walking with one foot in front of the
other, quite different, swinging my hips as I walked about, all the time
keeping an eye on the clock, windows and doors. I enjoyed the feeling the
dress as it swayed back and forth and the freedom one feels while walking
with a dress on. This was a new experience which I knew was meant to be. I
look at myself in the mirror one last time, a huge smile came across my
face as I realized I could see the bra I was wearing under my dress! I
looked so pretty and I knew I could do better next time.
To be continued...
This was the first chapter of my story, things do get moving later on.
Feel free to write me with any suggesting or opinions. [email protected]
Jo
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