 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by shane at on 02.09. at 17:47:48 mom's sister who had two daughters near my age and she sent their cloths to us so mom could forward to the local church rumage sale. but, i ussually got my tee shirts, jeans, slacks and shorts from their collection of unuseables. i also got their underpants and tights. i used their tights and leotards in the winter just like long johns my brothers wore. i was no big deal then for me to parade before my family much like a little girl. it was fun being the special sonbut, when school started, they felt a need to change me. i had to change then for the sake of public appearance. i agreed at the time but, the seed had been planted in my soul. our financial status had changed and i was bought a new line of clothing. i was mixed with emotions but, understood that boys are boysaround ten or eleven though when litte boys are racing into puberty, my emotions were changing. i saw things differently from my peers. as much as i enjoyed baseball and soccer, i to enjoyed playing with the girls on the playground or at their homes with their dolls. this made the boys laugh at me but, because i played their games so well they never bannished me from their cliques.at twelve or so i brought my dreams to life again. i was carrying bags of clothes to the basement for mom to wash and deliver to the church. i saw in the top of one of the bags a pair of floral print bikini panties. i dug deeper and found all the treats i wore in my younger childhood. needless to say, numerous items of feminine attire followed me to my room. secretly and undetected i dresed in these clothes either at home alone or under my street clothes until mom found my hidden stash at 14. she was hurt and bitter at first. but, after many session with a psychiatrist the bitterness subsided.by sixteen it was apparent that i not only beat to a different drum but, mother nature was dealling me a strange hand to. i peaked in growth at 5'6" i tipped the scales at 120. my shoulders were narrow and thin. my waist was thin but, my hips were wide. in gym class the boys called me g.b. short for girl's butt. they didn't know how close to the truth their kidding around was.before that year ended, i was outed. i rode my bike to the park on saturdays to pick up a game. i played left field. my speed was my asset there. i was and still am a good batter. i never hit a home run but, i got on base a lot and stole bases like taking candy from a baby. that's why the boys fought to get me on their teams when choosing sides.it was still early spring and under my jeans or sweats you'd find my leotards and tights. it was my secret. we had a great game and the guys and i were talking and horseplaying. things were getting way out of control before i knew it. they threw tom to the ground and panted him. it was all in fun and everyone laughed. i never thought they'd turn to me next. i was a fast runner but, not fast enough. before i knew it they had my sweat shirt off. my black scoop neck long sleave leotard on full display. next they took my jeans and found the matchig tights. my life changed that day. a change that really wasn't so bad. of course they teased me but, it was all in fun. they really didn't scorn me.i grew up that day and decided that i wasn't going to hide anymore. i keep in touch with many of those guys even today at 33. Answers to this message: |
