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When I Was A Kid
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Transsexual Female / 18
Mommy Didn't Want A Boy
My mother had always encouraged me to grow my wavy blond hair long. As a result a lot of people thought I was a girl. Of course she always liked to dress me up as girly as possible sometimes in a dress with my hair in pigtails. She got my ears pierced when I was five and for my fifth birthday she got me a lot of girl's clothes. I didn't dress that way for school though I did wear the most feminine clothes she could find in the boy's department except the underwear which was always girls underwear.
When I was five my mother started to make me take "special vitamins" that she said would make me into the person she wanted me to be. I was seven when my nipples started to hurt a lot and by the time I was 8 they were puffy and always sore. It was around that time that I noticed that my penis and testicles were a little smaller than they used to be.
One day when I was nine, one of the boys in my class started to make fun of me saying I had boobs. I hadn't really noticed until he mentioned it. When I got home that day I took off my top and looked at myself in the mirror. My classmate was right. Despite the fact that I was actually quite slender, I had breasts. They weren't big mind you. But they were definitely breasts. A-cup to be sure but definitely shaped like breasts. I rubbed them a little and they tingled. My nipples ached a bit but it felt strange, they hurt but I liked the way they hurt and I didn't know why.
I walked into the kitchen topless and showed my mom my boobs and said "Mommy I have boobs!" She beamed at me with a big smile and said "Why yes sweetheart aren't they beautiful?" As a 9 year old boy I wasn't really sure I wanted boobs. boobs were for girls and despite having become accustomed to Mom feminizing me all the time, I still thought of myself as a boy and boys didn't have boobs.
It was the nest year in the fourth grade that I realized that I was the shortest boy in school and in fact I was shorter than most of the girls as well. I had always been mistaken for a girl but I thought it was entirely due to my knee length hair and the occasional make-up and nail polish Mom made me wear. But that summer in little league I put my hair up under my baseball cap and went to practice without the make-up and nail polish or even earrings and coach asked me what a pretty girl like me was doing playing baseball with the boys. I told him I was a boy and he didn't believe me. He said I was the prettiest little girl he'd ever seen. I was seriously considering cutting off all my hair.
After practice I went home and pulled my hair back into a severe pony tail and turned on my laptop and googled "10 year old boy girl faces" and I looked in the mirror and compared my face to those of the boys and girls while wearing my baseball cap. That's when it hit me that I had a girl's face as well as hair. Now don't get me wrong. I kind of liked being pretty. In fact I felt kind of tingly when I looked at myself in the mirror and began thinking of myself as a girl. I took off the cap and shook out my hair like you see in movies when a girl shows off her mane. I got out my brush and tried to make my hair look as glamourous as possible. That was easy having wavy hair. I wanted to see myself in full make-up next. Mom made up my face a lot on weekends though it had been a couple of weeks since last time and I really never paid much attention to what I looked like up that point.
"Mommy, could you do my make-up and make me look really pretty?" I already knew that my Mom would jump at the chance as I was not often very enthusiastic about make-up time. Mom spent over an hour and when she was done she styled my hair with a part on the side and a big wave covering part of one eye like you see movie stars do. Then she handed me her prettiest dangling earrings, the ones with the giant heart cut pink sapphires on gold chains. She had me put on a pink satin dress that was hemmed high and cut low and exclaimed "I need to buy you some bras young lady!"
I stood in the mirror and examined my reflection and realized that my coach was right. I AM pretty. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before. I went back to my room, took a bunch of selfies and sent them to my only friend that knew Mom dressed me up like a girl and she told me that I was beautiful. Just then Mom came into my room announcing that she was taking me shopping. Three hours later I had several dresses, skirts, blouses, pairs of shoes, tons of accessories, panties, pantyhose and stockings and most of all bras, lots of bras. All B-cup. I had tried to make a point of hiding them by wearing mostly my old too-tight-for-me t-shirts and then loose tops to take the emphasis off my boobs but it didn't work too much. Another thing I noticed was my voice was more like a girl's voice than a boys voice.
My curves continued to become more and more noticeable, especially my hips and breasts and I continued to wear clothes that covered my curves up but then 7th grade came along. In our small town we had one elementary school grade k-6. But we shared a high school with two other towns and it was a Jr. High & High School combo so we didn't have a middle school.
7th grade turned out to be a nightmare from day one. First period on that first day of school, a Tuesday was physed. I was an only child and my few friends didn't have older siblings and Mom had gone to an all girl's school which didn't have open locker rooms where everyone stripped naked in front of each other. So mom had no idea that was a thing. So I had no warning at all when I got into the boys locker room and the physed teacher said "young lady, you're in the wrong locker room" and I corrected him and said "I'm a boy." and he said "there'll be none of that young lady!" and I had to show him my schedule that said "boy's Phys Ed. PERIOD 1"
He looked at me stunned and told me to get in line for a jock strap and gym uniform. That was the first time I ever heard of a jock strap (Dad died when I was a toddler and I had no uncles or male cousins). After I got my uniform, jock strap and locker assignment I discovered a whole bunch of things that terrified me. First was everyone was getting naked. I'd seen naked adults on the internet of course but never a naked kid and just assumed all the boys looked like me under the clothes. They didn't. Everyone from the 10 grade up had hair down there, most of the ninth graders had hair some of the 8th graders had a little hair down there but none of the 7th graders except me. I had a huge bush of blond silk growing down there and never realized how out of place it was, especially since I was about as tall as most fifth graders were and still very slender except my hips and breasts and that is when it happened. Not realizing that I would be taking off my clothes nor that my underwear would be visible I had a panic attack when I realized that every boy from 7th to 12 grade was going to see my pink satin and lace bra and panties and worse, the fact that I NEEDED a bra! And I also noticed that my penis was about half as long and three quarters as thick as the second smallest penis in the 7th grade it and my balls were so small they were completely hidden by my luxurious bush of blond pubic hair.
The physed teacher scolded me for not being dressed yet and stood there hands on his waist tapping his gym shoes while every other boy, who was already dressed and ready to go stood there gawking at me as I stripped down to my bra and panties, The whistles were enough to shatter glass and I'm not sure none shattered. The shrill sound felt like a knife bisecting my spinal cord. They got louder as I took off my panties and struggled to figure out how the jock strap went on. The physed teacher told me not to bother with the jockstrap "You obviously will never need one of those!" and the entire class, all 90 boys broke out in hysterical laughter. They went back to whistling when I undid my bra and put on my uniform top which was a slightly too-tight very clingy thin T-shirt. I put my gym shoes back on leaving on my pink socks and put my hair up in a bun (a style not yet universally accepted in men who had long hair) and stood there waiting about five minutes before the physed teacher finally put a stop to the agonizing ridicule.
To warm up he had us jog ten laps around the track followed by 200 jumping jacks. My c-cup tits bounced painfully through that entire ordeal.
Finally though, we got to playing a truncated game of Baseball. I was fourth at bat with the three previous batters all getting on base and nobody making it to home plate yet. It was my turn and the pitcher tossed two balls and with our truncated rules, two strikes was out and three balls got you on base. I had an out next. Then it was do or die. Either I got a hit or I was going to walk or get an out. I got a grand slam. Everyone cheered and the ridicule stopped.
When I was five my mother started to make me take "special vitamins" that she said would make me into the person she wanted me to be. I was seven when my nipples started to hurt a lot and by the time I was 8 they were puffy and always sore. It was around that time that I noticed that my penis and testicles were a little smaller than they used to be.
One day when I was nine, one of the boys in my class started to make fun of me saying I had boobs. I hadn't really noticed until he mentioned it. When I got home that day I took off my top and looked at myself in the mirror. My classmate was right. Despite the fact that I was actually quite slender, I had breasts. They weren't big mind you. But they were definitely breasts. A-cup to be sure but definitely shaped like breasts. I rubbed them a little and they tingled. My nipples ached a bit but it felt strange, they hurt but I liked the way they hurt and I didn't know why.
I walked into the kitchen topless and showed my mom my boobs and said "Mommy I have boobs!" She beamed at me with a big smile and said "Why yes sweetheart aren't they beautiful?" As a 9 year old boy I wasn't really sure I wanted boobs. boobs were for girls and despite having become accustomed to Mom feminizing me all the time, I still thought of myself as a boy and boys didn't have boobs.
It was the nest year in the fourth grade that I realized that I was the shortest boy in school and in fact I was shorter than most of the girls as well. I had always been mistaken for a girl but I thought it was entirely due to my knee length hair and the occasional make-up and nail polish Mom made me wear. But that summer in little league I put my hair up under my baseball cap and went to practice without the make-up and nail polish or even earrings and coach asked me what a pretty girl like me was doing playing baseball with the boys. I told him I was a boy and he didn't believe me. He said I was the prettiest little girl he'd ever seen. I was seriously considering cutting off all my hair.
After practice I went home and pulled my hair back into a severe pony tail and turned on my laptop and googled "10 year old boy girl faces" and I looked in the mirror and compared my face to those of the boys and girls while wearing my baseball cap. That's when it hit me that I had a girl's face as well as hair. Now don't get me wrong. I kind of liked being pretty. In fact I felt kind of tingly when I looked at myself in the mirror and began thinking of myself as a girl. I took off the cap and shook out my hair like you see in movies when a girl shows off her mane. I got out my brush and tried to make my hair look as glamourous as possible. That was easy having wavy hair. I wanted to see myself in full make-up next. Mom made up my face a lot on weekends though it had been a couple of weeks since last time and I really never paid much attention to what I looked like up that point.
"Mommy, could you do my make-up and make me look really pretty?" I already knew that my Mom would jump at the chance as I was not often very enthusiastic about make-up time. Mom spent over an hour and when she was done she styled my hair with a part on the side and a big wave covering part of one eye like you see movie stars do. Then she handed me her prettiest dangling earrings, the ones with the giant heart cut pink sapphires on gold chains. She had me put on a pink satin dress that was hemmed high and cut low and exclaimed "I need to buy you some bras young lady!"
I stood in the mirror and examined my reflection and realized that my coach was right. I AM pretty. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before. I went back to my room, took a bunch of selfies and sent them to my only friend that knew Mom dressed me up like a girl and she told me that I was beautiful. Just then Mom came into my room announcing that she was taking me shopping. Three hours later I had several dresses, skirts, blouses, pairs of shoes, tons of accessories, panties, pantyhose and stockings and most of all bras, lots of bras. All B-cup. I had tried to make a point of hiding them by wearing mostly my old too-tight-for-me t-shirts and then loose tops to take the emphasis off my boobs but it didn't work too much. Another thing I noticed was my voice was more like a girl's voice than a boys voice.
My curves continued to become more and more noticeable, especially my hips and breasts and I continued to wear clothes that covered my curves up but then 7th grade came along. In our small town we had one elementary school grade k-6. But we shared a high school with two other towns and it was a Jr. High & High School combo so we didn't have a middle school.
7th grade turned out to be a nightmare from day one. First period on that first day of school, a Tuesday was physed. I was an only child and my few friends didn't have older siblings and Mom had gone to an all girl's school which didn't have open locker rooms where everyone stripped naked in front of each other. So mom had no idea that was a thing. So I had no warning at all when I got into the boys locker room and the physed teacher said "young lady, you're in the wrong locker room" and I corrected him and said "I'm a boy." and he said "there'll be none of that young lady!" and I had to show him my schedule that said "boy's Phys Ed. PERIOD 1"
He looked at me stunned and told me to get in line for a jock strap and gym uniform. That was the first time I ever heard of a jock strap (Dad died when I was a toddler and I had no uncles or male cousins). After I got my uniform, jock strap and locker assignment I discovered a whole bunch of things that terrified me. First was everyone was getting naked. I'd seen naked adults on the internet of course but never a naked kid and just assumed all the boys looked like me under the clothes. They didn't. Everyone from the 10 grade up had hair down there, most of the ninth graders had hair some of the 8th graders had a little hair down there but none of the 7th graders except me. I had a huge bush of blond silk growing down there and never realized how out of place it was, especially since I was about as tall as most fifth graders were and still very slender except my hips and breasts and that is when it happened. Not realizing that I would be taking off my clothes nor that my underwear would be visible I had a panic attack when I realized that every boy from 7th to 12 grade was going to see my pink satin and lace bra and panties and worse, the fact that I NEEDED a bra! And I also noticed that my penis was about half as long and three quarters as thick as the second smallest penis in the 7th grade it and my balls were so small they were completely hidden by my luxurious bush of blond pubic hair.
The physed teacher scolded me for not being dressed yet and stood there hands on his waist tapping his gym shoes while every other boy, who was already dressed and ready to go stood there gawking at me as I stripped down to my bra and panties, The whistles were enough to shatter glass and I'm not sure none shattered. The shrill sound felt like a knife bisecting my spinal cord. They got louder as I took off my panties and struggled to figure out how the jock strap went on. The physed teacher told me not to bother with the jockstrap "You obviously will never need one of those!" and the entire class, all 90 boys broke out in hysterical laughter. They went back to whistling when I undid my bra and put on my uniform top which was a slightly too-tight very clingy thin T-shirt. I put my gym shoes back on leaving on my pink socks and put my hair up in a bun (a style not yet universally accepted in men who had long hair) and stood there waiting about five minutes before the physed teacher finally put a stop to the agonizing ridicule.
To warm up he had us jog ten laps around the track followed by 200 jumping jacks. My c-cup tits bounced painfully through that entire ordeal.
Finally though, we got to playing a truncated game of Baseball. I was fourth at bat with the three previous batters all getting on base and nobody making it to home plate yet. It was my turn and the pitcher tossed two balls and with our truncated rules, two strikes was out and three balls got you on base. I had an out next. Then it was do or die. Either I got a hit or I was going to walk or get an out. I got a grand slam. Everyone cheered and the ridicule stopped.
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