wxhluyp: When alone with mother, she was always a formidable obstacle to the vulnerable developing m
wxhluyp: When alone with mother, she was always a formidable obstacle to the vulnerable developing masculinity of my boyhood. So when father was gone, and my aunt, who was just as eccentric as mother, moved in to help raise me, I stood no chance. Within the first two weeks of living with them, one evening upon passing through the living room, where they were sharing a bottle of wine, I would find myself being “complimented”, on my long elegant legs being made for short skirts. That evening, helplessly, I would find myself among them, having been dressed in one of their minidress & high heel ensembles and glamorous makeup for the first time. Mortified by the sight in the mirror of the attractive young lady that boys my age were supposed to desire, rather than be themselves! That wouldn’t be the only first, drinking alcohol for the first time, and be forced to imagine, question and feel things, which a boy never would ever otherwise do. Of men’s naked muscular bodies. Of sucking dick. Of having cock inside me. And worst of all, the women insisting that I may like it! Going to bed that night, I was overwhelmed with such confusing emotions. -- source link