Mortified by my mother’s delight of dressing me in girl’s clothing, I would always made
Mortified by my mother’s delight of dressing me in girl’s clothing, I would always made a point, that I would never wear skirts or dresses. That I would never truly become a fairy.But never did I imagine, that by the time I gradually had become used to blouses, revealing tiny shorts, pantyhose, high heels, makeup, let alone my hair having grown way longer than was appropriate for a boy, how frivolous a difference wearing skirts and dresses would be.I remember the moment while getting dressed, that I found myself thoughtlessly holding a short black dress over me in front of my mirror, admiring how I would look in it. An article of clothing that up until then, hidden in the back of my wardrobe, had so disturbed me. It was in that moment that to my horror, I realized that it had actually happened, that I had become a fairy. Emotionally overwhelmed, shocked and defeated, I then gave in, stepping into the dress. From then I would no longer resist and feminine mannerisms or thoughts I found myself displaying, nor would I resist it, if I found myself liking becoming that way. -- source link
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