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Here I stand, young and able
I am a boy, but now I look like Betty Grable.
Dear Diary.
Four months ago my life was pretty normal, I was a boy in lust with "The Girl Next Door," it was like a Rockwell picture, Main Street USA, and all that, I was naive and in love, I trusted the girl next door to do my halloween makeup, (Yeah it didnt work out too good) she had her fun with me and left me with a face full of makeup, no not that scary kind, she left me with the face of a girl, one thing led to another, a mix up you might say, a neighbor came calling and assumed I was a boy wanting to become a girl.
There I was looking for all the world like a transgender wannabe, she wasn't to know that I had been set up, so she took it upon herself to "Help" me become the girl she thought I wanted to be, Fake boobs, voice changing spray, LOTS of shaving, training me on how to walk in heels and how to sit down and get up.
Four months later my parents arrived home, I was in fear of my life, what was my dad going to say when he saw his only son in a dress and heels, I thought mum would be more understanding, She was actually too understanding, thats me in the dress my mum brought back from Africa for me.
Yes I know what your thinking most boys would like a rhino horn or a lions tooth, ha ha, me too but I got a pretty dress, I have to laugh or I would cry, anyway mum has taken to having a daughter instead of a son very well, she has signed me up for the local girls school and ballet lessons.
When I first saw my mom and dad I tried to deny that I wanted to be a girl but the pictures they showed me, It seems Sally had been sending them updates on my progress into womanhood, so they obviously said otherwise, on the other side of the coin, Nigel is quite the dish and he loves me a lot so hey what the hell lets give it a shot.
Four months ago my life was pretty normal, I was a boy in lust with "The Girl Next Door," it was like a Rockwell picture, Main Street USA, and all that, I was naive and in love, I trusted the girl next door to do my halloween makeup, (Yeah it didnt work out too good) she had her fun with me and left me with a face full of makeup, no not that scary kind, she left me with the face of a girl, one thing led to another, a mix up you might say, a neighbor came calling and assumed I was a boy wanting to become a girl.
There I was looking for all the world like a transgender wannabe, she wasn't to know that I had been set up, so she took it upon herself to "Help" me become the girl she thought I wanted to be, Fake boobs, voice changing spray, LOTS of shaving, training me on how to walk in heels and how to sit down and get up.
Four months later my parents arrived home, I was in fear of my life, what was my dad going to say when he saw his only son in a dress and heels, I thought mum would be more understanding, She was actually too understanding, thats me in the dress my mum brought back from Africa for me.
Yes I know what your thinking most boys would like a rhino horn or a lions tooth, ha ha, me too but I got a pretty dress, I have to laugh or I would cry, anyway mum has taken to having a daughter instead of a son very well, she has signed me up for the local girls school and ballet lessons.
When I first saw my mom and dad I tried to deny that I wanted to be a girl but the pictures they showed me, It seems Sally had been sending them updates on my progress into womanhood, so they obviously said otherwise, on the other side of the coin, Nigel is quite the dish and he loves me a lot so hey what the hell lets give it a shot.
Whats the worst that can happen!
Leave a comment if you would like to see me in a wedding dress!
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