Transsexual Female / 18
Outed In The Hospital
I am what most people would call a bisexual femboy though I put Transexual Female as my gender here because that is the closest thing to what I am. It might be more accurate to say I am gender fluid but I look female even without cross dressing. Anyways, I'm not much on labels so I'm not offended if you think I belong in a different category. I won't scream at you like Karen on steroids if you "misgender" me.
I have had long hair for most of my life people confused me for a girl. But I have never publicly presented as such. I always maintained that I was male. I never wore female clothes in public. Never had anything but plain small studs in my ears. Never wore make-up or nail polish or did anything to indicate I was anything other than a boy.
But I had a secret. I have been wearing girls underwear since I was 12. Not all the time mind you and certainly not on days I had gym class and certainly not any occasion there was a chance that I would would be caught. Lets just say that since the age of 12 I have been rescuing my older sister's discarded garments and kept them secretly in a secret location in my bedroom ever since. At home alone in my room at night after lights out I would cover the cracks around my door with dirty clothes and lock the door and turn on my lights and put on stolen make-up and put my hair in pigtails and put on my sisters hand-me-downs and strut and pose in my full length mirror and I even took a few hundred secret selfies never sharing any and even keeping them on a thumb drive and deleting them from my phone as soon as I they were safely on the thumb drive. Before I went to bed I would remove everything including the make-up but not before I jerked off looking at myself imagining myself as a stripper in strip club sucking cock and getting tips for it and THAT was at age 12. But I wore panties everywhere figuring I would never get caught as long as I didn't wear them on days I had gym class as I said.
By 15 I got more bold and was wearing training bras under thick flannel shirts. I found a garter belt in Mom's trash can in her bedroom and took that. It was slightly frayed but I was able to make it work. I started wearing that with stockings and the bra and panties almost every day. I found temporary tattoos in a store and secretly bought a set that included a lot of girly ones and one of those was a very elaborate one that said "I'm Your Bitch" and another one that said "I *heart* COCK!" and yet another one that said "Slut." and I applied those and some others to parts of my body that NOBODY would see. But then they did.
I was in the back seat of my friend's older brother's car. He didn't see the drunk driver cross the median and into his lane. I have no memory of the accident. I only remember waking up in a hospital bed mostly naked barely covered with sheets and with tubes and wires everywhere. I had a concussion. I also had a broken pelvis and a lacerated scrotum.
Gradually I became aware of where I was. I was VERY fuzzy for weeks. But I got less and less fuzzy and gnawing at the back of my mind was the sense of dread that there was something important that I had to keep a secret. Then one day in the hospital I sat up straight suddenly and shook with fear. I remembered something about that day. I was cross dressed under my boy clothes and my body was covered with a lot of very embarrassing temporary tattoos. I opened up my hospital gown and looked around and saw none. That meant someone cleaned them off. But nobody said anything. Also, nobody said anything about the bra, panties, garter belt or fishnets.
Over time I came to realize that my parents were speaking to me a bit differently than they used to and I don't mean just because of the accident.
One day my sister came into my hospital room alone and pulled the curtain around me. She asked if there was something important I wanted to tell her. I had no idea what she meant. It had been days since my realization about my tattoos and undergarments. Then she got out a hair brush and brushed my waist length hair moving it out of my face and when she was satisfied she just leaned in and whispered into my ear gently "you're so pretty." and kissed me on the forehead and left.
I have had long hair for most of my life people confused me for a girl. But I have never publicly presented as such. I always maintained that I was male. I never wore female clothes in public. Never had anything but plain small studs in my ears. Never wore make-up or nail polish or did anything to indicate I was anything other than a boy.
But I had a secret. I have been wearing girls underwear since I was 12. Not all the time mind you and certainly not on days I had gym class and certainly not any occasion there was a chance that I would would be caught. Lets just say that since the age of 12 I have been rescuing my older sister's discarded garments and kept them secretly in a secret location in my bedroom ever since. At home alone in my room at night after lights out I would cover the cracks around my door with dirty clothes and lock the door and turn on my lights and put on stolen make-up and put my hair in pigtails and put on my sisters hand-me-downs and strut and pose in my full length mirror and I even took a few hundred secret selfies never sharing any and even keeping them on a thumb drive and deleting them from my phone as soon as I they were safely on the thumb drive. Before I went to bed I would remove everything including the make-up but not before I jerked off looking at myself imagining myself as a stripper in strip club sucking cock and getting tips for it and THAT was at age 12. But I wore panties everywhere figuring I would never get caught as long as I didn't wear them on days I had gym class as I said.
By 15 I got more bold and was wearing training bras under thick flannel shirts. I found a garter belt in Mom's trash can in her bedroom and took that. It was slightly frayed but I was able to make it work. I started wearing that with stockings and the bra and panties almost every day. I found temporary tattoos in a store and secretly bought a set that included a lot of girly ones and one of those was a very elaborate one that said "I'm Your Bitch" and another one that said "I *heart* COCK!" and yet another one that said "Slut." and I applied those and some others to parts of my body that NOBODY would see. But then they did.
I was in the back seat of my friend's older brother's car. He didn't see the drunk driver cross the median and into his lane. I have no memory of the accident. I only remember waking up in a hospital bed mostly naked barely covered with sheets and with tubes and wires everywhere. I had a concussion. I also had a broken pelvis and a lacerated scrotum.
Gradually I became aware of where I was. I was VERY fuzzy for weeks. But I got less and less fuzzy and gnawing at the back of my mind was the sense of dread that there was something important that I had to keep a secret. Then one day in the hospital I sat up straight suddenly and shook with fear. I remembered something about that day. I was cross dressed under my boy clothes and my body was covered with a lot of very embarrassing temporary tattoos. I opened up my hospital gown and looked around and saw none. That meant someone cleaned them off. But nobody said anything. Also, nobody said anything about the bra, panties, garter belt or fishnets.
Over time I came to realize that my parents were speaking to me a bit differently than they used to and I don't mean just because of the accident.
One day my sister came into my hospital room alone and pulled the curtain around me. She asked if there was something important I wanted to tell her. I had no idea what she meant. It had been days since my realization about my tattoos and undergarments. Then she got out a hair brush and brushed my waist length hair moving it out of my face and when she was satisfied she just leaned in and whispered into my ear gently "you're so pretty." and kissed me on the forehead and left.
