“Mother’s Glamour Boy.”Throughout all the time that mother, to my understandable b
“Mother’s Glamour Boy.”Throughout all the time that mother, to my understandable boyish horror, dressed me in girl’s clothing when father was away from home, I always drew the line at wearing dresses or skirts. It would come to be the first time that I dressed on my own, that something finally changed within me. Mother would not only express sheer delight in witnessing this, but it would also be the first time I wore a skirt.It wasn’t the only way in which I had completely given up. In throwing out my collection of Hustler magazines, I was no longer going to desperately cling on to the heterosexuality I so wanted to be true. At that moment I knew my last sexual thought about girls, was now in the past. That evening I borrowed one of my mother’s adult magazine that had so hitherto frightened me, and I looked at the men depicted, in a way that deep down, I always knew they were….. incredibly sexy……. and I pleasured myself over them. The final symbolic act was when I took a centerfold poster out if the middle of the magazine, and stuck it on my bedroom wall, right where a poster of a scantily clad girl used to be. -- source link