My First Time… This was in the Spring of 1971, and I was feeling a little odd. I kept looking at the girls in school, watching their mannerisms, listening to their voices, noticing their movements, and deep inside something was stirring. I wanted to be like them! This is real odd. I went out to the storage room at home, and saw my mother’s chiffarobe. I was really missing her, and I just wanted to try to regain the connection that I once had with her. (She had died a few months earlier.) I opened the closet side of the chiffarobe, and saw these dresses. Then I opened the drawers, and there were all of these foundation garments. There was nothing that I could do… this was not erotic, it was a total captivation of the soul. This was to be me, my expression of self to the world (I couldn’t put it into those words then.) Locking the door from the inside, I stripped off the boy’s clothes that had suddenly become so unwelcome, so strange to me. Then came panties, and then a long-line body shaper… they fit like a glove! There were gorgeous slips and petticoats, I chose a nice light blue petty, and pulled it on over my head. The rustling of the fabric just got to me… it just felt so right. So then came the dress. A very plain, printed blue shirtwaist. And the shoes… White pumps I think. All fit perfectly. Then I looked in the mirror of the chiffarobe and was blown away! This was how I always had seen myself, how I thought others should see me. I spun around feeling as if an imprisoned soul had been freed from solitary confinement. Unlocking the door, I stepped out into the light of the day. The wind gently brushed past my body, and I looked out in amazement at a different world. I had been changed forever. I walked into the main house, (no one was home), and started to take care of some of my chores… kitchen, vacuuming, laundry… normal things. I just flowed with it, no thoughts of anything else. I just was! Then I saw the kitchen clock, and realized that my sibs would be coming home soon. This new visage would be very hard to explain, and for the first time that day I felt guilty about myself. The realization of what I was… not normal, something to be laughed at, to be hurt, hated. I ran to the storage room and changed, saw myself in the wonderful mirror, and wanted to die! The person that I saw was not me! That is when the plan hit! I packed up some clothes and headed for the swamps and woods near our home. I had a special spot, and a hole in the bole of an old cypress tree in which to store my stuff. I changed again… flats this time (Try to walk in a swamp in pumps!), and then I just wandered through the paths and byways of my beloved wild places. Sat on an old log watching the creek water flow past me… little did I know that I was watching my past entity flow away at the same time. That is when I met my new friend. No, you couldn’t see her, but she was there, and was there for me. She walked with me, and we talked of the softer things of life… gone were the boys’ activities… this was about us girls, our world. My real awakening. And she brought it to me in a very big way. I was different she said, and I would have to deal with many things through the years, but this was me… there was no other way for me be. Then the sun started to set, and I bade her goodbye, but she walked back to my stash place with me, and then I changed back to a boy. She said that we would see each other often, (and we did). Then I took my pack and returned home… dinner to make for the kids. That was my first time. Morwen ni Anne |
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