When I was 15 my mom caught me dressed and made up like a girl. I wanted to be a girl so badly but I was embarrassed and thought she and my dad would disown me.

So what did she do when she caught me? she took me shopping for girl's clothes, to have my hair and nails done and for make-up lessons all in one weekend. I was just starting to enter that part of puberty known as the point of no return where the body is on the verge of being too masculine to "pass." But I was still young, cute and pretty and my hair was nice and grown out long already anyways. When she told my Dad I thought he was going to freak but instead he was really cool about it and told me that parents get to name their children and that since Frank was no longer viable how did I feel about Melissa his mother's name. So Now I'm Melissa. So I started tenth grade as Frank and finished it as Melissa. My parents walked right up to the principals office and informed them that I was now a girl and would need to be treated accordingly. From then on I wore girl's clothes, make-up and went by Melissa. They were shockingly cool about it at school though there were some kids who tried to bully me but a lot of my new girl friends acted like a body guard. So I just graduated the happiest girl in the class of 2016

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by Anonymous on Sep 8, 2016 at 8:48 AM

That's an amazing story! Now, if only all the other kids in this world like you (either transgendered male or female) could have parents like yours this world would be so much better for everyone to live in!

Congratulations on graduating and to having two of the coolest parents a girl or boy could have. Best of luck in your future endeavors!

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by Anonymous on Sep 9, 2016 at 12:24 PM

That is wonderful I'm very pleased that your journey is not only a supported one but one with love too.x

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by Anonymous on Sep 14, 2016 at 1:21 PM

When I was a kid about 12, I would watch my mother get dressed for dates. She was very attractive and dress sexy with lots of make up, false eyelashes, garter belts, etc. as soon as she left, I would get dressed in her clothes and put on her make up. It felt so good, so sexy to wear stockings, nylon panties, heels. Before she came home I would put everything back. She went out a lot and I dressed up a lot. I looked forward to it. We never talked about it, but this one night when I went to her closet, I found a girls flowered dress, petticoat, pink nylon panties, training bra, white girls garter belt and scrappy white heels. This was not the clothes my mother wore. Not her size. I went int the bathroom and found pink lipstick and blush and brown mascara and makeup pencils. None of it in her colors. She was a brunette and liked red tight dresses and heavy dark makeup. I put on the pretty clothes and then makeup. As a blond and nearly a teenager, this dress was perfect, the lingerie was perfect and so was the make up. A really did look nice. Instead of dressing slutty like she did I dressed up sweet and feminine. I always looked forward to her Saturday night date and the subject never came up. Everything was great until about a year later she married this low class ugly guy and we moved into a house she paid for with my college fund. Dumb me, I signed the release.she stopped going out and I stopped dressing up and two years later, she left the creep, gave the house to the bank and we moved back to the older but so much neater house we had before. I turned my attention to girls and never dressed fem again. But... at the time, it was exciting

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