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Date Posted: 19:20:33 09/22/11 Thu
Author: Michele
Subject: Michele Part 4

Summer began. I was twelve and in about three months would complete my second year of being Michele. I remember a couple of days after school ended, putting away the laundry and having what consisted of almost 100% of the boys clothes I owned in my arms to put away. It wasn't much. I thought to myself that I really didn't want to hang them up because I knew we would be doing some shopping and I didn't want to clutter my closet, so I folded them neatly and put them in a suitcase in the attic. Thinking back on this it just amazes me how I would go and do stuff like this and never think twice about the implications of what I was doing. Is there any wonder how my mother could see the truth?

I was Michele all summer. I was never punished, other than for typical stuff like breaking something through carelessness or failing to do something I was told. But it was run of the mill, go to my room, no TV tonight kinds of punishment. I just put away those clothes that day and didn't think about Michael for the next three months. There were a few times I was embarrassed and uncomfortable. At some of my relatives homes they just treated me so weirdly that it was uncomfortable. Some of my cousins could say some very rude things that embarrassed and humiliated me. That wasn't the pattern and we didn't visit them or they us often enough to change the fact that I had a great summer. Sis has written that I didn't have friend and I said that wasn't true. Some of her friends were my friends. Over the last year a couple of her friends had met Michele, so I wasn't any surprise to them by now. Now that Sis was ten she had a little bit more social freedom and friends were over more often and she visited them more also. So a lot of times there where other girls at the house. The ones that knew me I didn't have a problem with and for the most part I was accepted as Michele by everyone. One or two started with some bad behavior and started out insulting and mean. Sis put them both in their place pretty quickly.

Sometimes Sis would go to a friends and I was home alone. Two of the girls came by and decided to stay anyways. It was the start of friendships that lasted years. We still talk every couple of years and we are on each other Christmas card list. After a few times of this, I asked Mom if I could go to their houses sometimes. Mom kind of looked at me like I had two heads for even asking in the way I did. I was never grounded. I could have gone anywhere I wanted (within reason for a 12yo) but since I had no where to go I stayed home. Sis thought I wasn't wasn't allowed out too, but after this she invited me to go with her most of the time. I really don't think any of those parents ever thought I was anything but a twelve year old girl.

This really was a great time for me, really important for making me the complete person I am today. Of course I had already spent most of my time with my sister so I was getting female socialization to some extent. During that summer was the first time I actually started learning to be a girl. I am able to reminisce on childhood experiences in way that most T women are unable to do. A fact I am quite thankful for.

My vitamins were working their changes. Mom has a photo of me, Sis, and two of my cousins. We were at the lake and we lined up front to back looking sideways at the camera. Hands on our hips, one leg bent up at the knee and on our tiptoes. A pretty cute pose for four preadolescent girls. What strikes me now as I look at it is my legs had filled out and were smooth, and I had a little bit of a butt. If I handed this picture to someone and asked them to pick out the boy, they would invariably pick my cousin. I hope she never reads this.


Michele

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