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Date Posted: 09:13:11 10/21/12 Sun
Author: Joan
Subject: Re: Trip to Fla
In reply to: Mark 's message, "Re: Trip to Fla" on 07:03:08 10/19/12 Fri

>>Soon we were back at our motel and fast asleep. The
>>next day, my mom asked if I would like to be Joan for
>>another day. I said if no one laughs at me. She told
>>me to put on my new shorts and panties and we went to
>>Target and got me enough clothes for the rest of the
>>week. That was the start of my feminization.
>
>Joan,
>
>If that was the start, what happened later?
>
>Thanks, Mark

I was just 8, and so the clothes my mom got were Disney panties, camis, a Tinkerbell and a unicorn top, and a pair of short alls with a plaid flower applique, a play dress, ankle socks and MJs. She also got some barrettes and candy lipstick.

I was still shy, but at 8 once you are dressed and playing, you forget what you are wearing in a little while. Of course I was reminded when I was addressed as "little girl," or "sweetie," or some adult told my mother how pretty I was. She and I both ate up the compliments. I rarely had any as a boy, and now I got several a day. I could tell that my mother, who had always loved me, now began to be proud of me as a daughter and the compliments raised my self-esteem as well.

The third day, I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair did not look very girlie. I said my hair still looks like boys. She said if we get it cut, it will still look like a girl's when we get home. I said I don't care, it looks ugly. So, she took me to a walk-in salon, and got me a page boy with tapered locks framing my face. The operator told me that I looked like a tomboy when I came in but with my new style, no one would think I was a boy. I should have been scared, but I was thrilled. I spent the rest of the week happy in my new clothes.

My mother, however, was thinking ahead, to when I would arrive back home looking like a girl. On the drive back we stopped at my grandma's. When we came to her door she looked a bit confused, but quickly recovered, hugged me and asked what this pretty girl's name is. Joan, of course.

She served us iced tea and cookies and kept looking at me. Finally, she said Joan, you are beautiful. I think being a girl suits you. I just looked down and, I suppose, blushed. Then she turned to my mother and asked what was going to happen when I returned home as a girl. My mother said that is what was worrying her. Do you have any ideas? My grandma said that Joan can stay with me for the rest of the Summer, but then a decision will have to be made. So, I got left there till the end of summer.

I made friends with the neighbor children and was accepted as a girl. That was a learning experience. I did not know how to play dolls or family with the girls and the boys told me girls were yucky and I should go play with the other girls and babies. Eventually the girls realized I was a tomboy and taught me to be more of a girlie girl. My grandma bought me a lovely doll and a gorgeous dress I wore to Sunday Mass and a couple of birthday parties.

At the end of Summer, my mother came and collected me. She had found a new apartment on the other side of town, and a very understanding nun ignored the fact that my records said I was a boy and conditionally accepted me into the parish school as a girl.

I was much happier as a girl. Somehow I connected with the other girls better than I ever had with boys and soon had lots of friends. The principal kept a close eye on me and told my mother and me that I was a lovely girl and my enrollment was no longer conditional -- at least as long as I kept my "condition" secret.

By the time I was 11 I had been thriving as a girl for 3 years. My friends we developing figures, while I was showing signs of male puberty. I was freaking out and crying. My mother took me to a specialist who referred me for evaluation. I got put on puberty delay meds, but no female hormones.

I was very unhappy being flat chested while my best friend, Linda, was already a B-cup. Mother bought me padded bras, then A- and B-cup breast forms. When I was 14, my shrink convinced the endocrinologist that I was never going to be a boy and so I should start hormones. After that I started getting a figure, but as a result of starting late I still look a bit boyish. Some people find boyish girls attractive, so I am not too upset by that.

Joan

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