Having grown up as a sensitive, impressionable boy among many sisters and a single, liberal-minded m
Having grown up as a sensitive, impressionable boy among many sisters and a single, liberal-minded mother, I would become used to wearing sister’s skirts on occasion, even having a number come under possession. Once and a while, I would even wear them outside the house in public, usually by mistake. Yet due to my hair, having grown long like my sister’s, I would be registered as a girl. Luckily also, my school friends never saw me dressed in that manner, at least to my knowledge.Among the many distinct experiences of girls that I could relate to, wearing skirts would be one of them. The constant worry and occasional mortifying realization that males could or had seen up my skirt. The shock at their desire to do so, and imagining the perverse, shameful things they wanted to do to me. Most shockingly, how like many girls, I couldn’t deny, how a part of me so liked it…… -- source link