In Love With Being A Girl

As a child growing up my mother dressed us as prim and proper little girls. All grown up and I love dressing as a prim and proper girl. I buy my clothes at Neiman's and Nordstrom's, we call ourselves N&N girls, or sometimes Neimanites. Affordability is not a question, we are little rich oil trust fund girls. I have a thing for expensive feminine underthings.

Somewhere around 16 or 17 I started to look at other girls, always girls in dresses, nice hair, pretty accessories. Girls who like to dress up for themselves, who like being pretty. One girl, Stephanie in my Latin class really got to me, it was my first crush, puppy love. Like me she was a dress up doll and we shopped together and bought each other frilly underthings. Laying back and feeling her hands on my boobs was magic, her first kiss, her first tittie kiss. We were made for each other.

We were apart during college, but got together every time we were home, and traveled back and forth to see each other during the long semesters. Loving with her has always been my very best thing, that and shopping for a new dress and shoes. We don't ever pretend we are not girls, we know we are girls, with a twist. Someday, we don't know when, some big bad wolf will drag us into his den. But until then we will lay in each other's arms.