Mom Made Me Into The Girl I Am

Dad was military all the way and hated anyone in the LGBTQ community. Mom was a self described "fag hag." Though she never revealed this to me until years later. They separated when I was a toddler and I only have the vaguest memory of him. Dad refused to divorce Mom because he didn't believe in divorce but they lived as though they were. Mom said he had girlfriends and Mom had both girlfriends and boyfriends. I was around five years old. He was a colonel and Mom was a teenager when their relationship started. They got married when she was pregnant with me. He died of cancer a couple of years after they separated. That is when we discovered that he had a one million dollar insurance policy though that would not have been paid had he died in combat. He also had been in the army for almost thirty years so Mom ended up with a really nice widow's pension to go with the money. We had been living in a rented apartment so Mom used the money to buy a house, new car, furniture, electronics clothes for both of us and still had $100,000 left over to put in a college fund for me. She said that whatever was left in the fund when I graduated from college was her graduation g*ft to me. I got my bachelor's degree for $56,000 so that left me with $44,000 for a used car and down payment on a house. As her only heir, one day in the (hopefully) very distant future I will inherit all her assets and she is very good with money. She says it will probably be more than a million dollars. But our finances are not what this story is about.

It turns out that how to raise me was a point of contention between my parents. Mom wanted to raise me as femininely as possible despite my being a boy. I liked doing boy things, video games, sports, building tree forts and wanted to go camping and hunting when I was old enough. I even harbored thoughts about joining the military at one point following in my Dad's footsteps perhaps one day surpassing my Dad in rank.

Mom had other ideas. She insisted I keep my hair very long. I don't have any memory of it being short. She liked to style it and brush it and make it look as pretty as possible and I had naturally curly blond hair which she adored. Then when I was five she had me dress up for Halloween as a princess. I was upset until I looked in the mirror and saw a stunning little beauty staring back at me. Then I was hooked. From then on Mom had me dress as a girl as much as possible with my default hairstyle being pigtails.

When I was ten Mom insisted that I should have been born a girl. That was also when she started giving me special vitamins her aunt gave her for me. Her aunt was an endocrinologist, a lesbian and militant feminist who had published a book on toxic masculinity. Her aunt also flooded me with wonderful g*fts of girl's clothing, trips to the salon and later spa treatments, a girl's bicycle and a very feminine makeover of my bedroom to name just a few.

When I was eleven my nipples began to hurt and my chest began to swell. When I was twelve I had B cup breasts, and my genitals were smaller than when I was ten, noticeably so though I did learn how to jerk off and despite not being able to get hard any more I managed to give myself orgasms. That was also when we moved to another state. Mom registered me for school as a girl then informed the school nurse that I was trans. Mom did not know that state does not permit trans children to exist in the public school system so Mom was forced to register me as a boy. So I had to take gym class with the boys grade seven to twelve and take showers afterwards with all those boys. Of course the first time I stripped out of my gender neutral clothes revealing my girl's underwear including my bra I got a lot of ridicule including from the coach though he agreed that I definitely should wear a bra given how big my tits were. This ridicule ended though when I proved my athletic prowess. I ended up on the Jr high track and field teams and later in the Jr. High baseball team with a batting average of 320, the second highest in school history for a seventh grader. Nobody ever complained about me wearing girls clothing or my hair in pigtails during boys gym class after that. Though I did from time to time get teased about my feminine ways.

When I was a freshman I had D cup breasts and the curves typical of any 14 year old girl. I was also quite short for my age but not short for a girl my age. And my penis had shrunk down to about two inches. One thing I found was I was grateful Mom had forced me to be feminized. I loved being girly but I also loved masculine activities.

I never dated anyone in the school. But Mom set me up with a trans boy when I was sixteen. "He" was 18 and a senior in another school. He had been on hormones since 12 and had facial hair though he kept it shaved, not tits and a huge clit. We are now married.