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My begginings
Posted:Nov 11, 2018 4:44 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2024 6:39 am
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As early as i can remember, age 4 or 5 years of age, I'v loved dressing up and playing girl games with my little girlfriends, Emily, who lived around the corner, and Carole, two doors away from me. I met Emily, when I was , and she was 9 when her parents and sisters moved into our neighborhood in1952. When ever we played dress up, she would let me wear one of her dresses, which I loved, and sometimes she would even let me wear a pair of her panties too...she had such lovely silky nylon and lace ones...they felt so good, that I was hooked, and wished my mother would buy panties like hers for me, instead of the cotton briefs boys wore. Emmy was the first female in my life, to know about, and accept my wanting to be a girl, and I guess you could say she was my first and BGF...Best Girlfriend Forever. I adored the times we played together with her dolls and doll house, jumped rope, and hopscotch. We had such fun!. Carole, on the other hand, was older than Emily and I by a couple of years, and a bobbysoxer, looking the part, with her hair in tight poodle-cut curls, she wore pegged mid calf length straight skirts, angora sweaters with neck scarf, pointy cup bras, saddle shoes and bulky triple role bobby sox...she was was one of the cool girls in the neighborhood, and one we, Emily and I, looked up to and wanted to be like, as we grew older. Whenever I was home with my parents though, I felt I had to try to be a boy. My dad wanted me to play sports like others boys, and often we'd have a catch in the driveway between our house and next-door. He tried to be a role model for me. I loved my parents dearly, and so, as not to hurt them, or have them think less of me, I learned early to keep my desire to to be a girl from them. Besides, as I learned later, I was the last of my family line, and expected to carry on the family . It became important to me, that I keep up the appearance of being a normal boy, even though, I believe now, most people I came in with, could see I was anything but. I often showed signs of feminine behavior, without even thinking about it. It became second nature for me to frequently behave in a girly sissy way. I remember once, when visiting my grandmother, who, by the way noticed my sissy ways early, and often called me SuzyQ, I was walking up the street to visit my cozen, with my coat draped over my shoulders..one of my boy cozens call out, "hey, thats the way a girl wears her coat". I rest my case. Enough for now. More to come later.
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