I was very interested to read #17671 about the boy who crossdressed. When I was younger, I looked more like a boy than a girl. I was tall and thin and had short hair, and I suppose that I was something of a tomboy. I wore jeans and t-shirt and ungirly sandals and didn't paint my toenails. I met a girl who was my age, and we started being friends. It didn't take long, though, to realize that she thought I was a boy. I thought that it was kind of funny, and I assured her that I was a girl. At first she was skeptical and then when she finally believed me, she was all embarrassed. I told her that she didn't have to be, and we both laughed about the whole thing since it was amusing. She admitted to having been attracted to me, and we joked about what might have happened if I hadn't told her, and of course we said how we would have ended up kissing and everything. That seemed very funny. So just for the heck of it, we kissed. Well, it was quite nice doing that even as girls, and we started getting into having some fun together. I think that it was about two days later at her house, that we were folling around and we took our clothes off and got naked - proving that I was indeed a girl. But this time, though, that was fine with each of us. We remained friends and liver all through school, and nobody ever knew and we loved every minutes of it!