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Be A Girl And Find A Man To Please (Explicit Language)

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Crossdresser -- My Favorite Blouses

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The Prime Time Sissy Has Nothing Better To Do

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Meatloaf -- I Want My Money Back -- Prime Time Sissy In Red Evening Dr...

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Vintage crossdressing and transvestite magazines

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Spokane Washington

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When ever my Mom or my grandmother had friends over to visit the conversation would invariably turned to family.  Two months before I turned five years old my Mom gave birth to a fourth child.  After three sons, Mom and Dad finally had a daughter.  As she was pregnant with three boys, she would often share that Dad and her were really hoping for a girl this time.  And she could not mention she wanted a girl without adding that Dad and her had really wanted me to a girl.  After she had Cheri, and her friends commented on how great it must be to finally have a daughter, she could not speak to the subject without mentioning that if I had been born a girl, as they were hoping, they would have exactly the family Dad and her had wanted  -- two boys and two girls.  Somehow every story about her family would somehow reference how much Dad and her had wanted me to be a girl.

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This picture is one i found several years ago.  Photos are not unlike art.  Some pictures simply speak to you.  This is a picture that did so to me.  at the age of twelve I made the decision to return to my life as a boy.  It seemed like the only choice for me at the time but i came to regard it as the worse decision of my life.  I soon decided I missed everything about being a girl and I began to crossdress in the privacy of my room.  This boy reminds me so much of the boy I was at twelve.

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i loved being a pretty little girl and being told by all the grownups that I was a pretty little girl.

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One Saturday  I was in Spokane with my Mom.  She had an appointment at a doctor.  I was thirteen years old so she gave me  some money for a milkshake or banana split and told me to be back in an hour.  I found myself in a drug store and was checking out the magazines when one caught my eye.  It was a magazine about transvestites.  And it was not the only one.  With the exception of some boys i had seen dressed us as girls on tv shows  -- always done for laughs  -- I had never scene other boys -- men -- dressed up as girls.  It was also around this time that I came to learn the term -- crossdressing.  While i was living as a boy at the time, I had a suitcase of clolthes in the trunk of MIke’s care and we would often go on drives so I could ‘dress up.’  Or as I now knew -- so I could crossdress as I had to be a transvestite too.

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As a eighth grade student, as I was now living as a boy and attending school as a boy, I had to take wood shop.  I hated it.  I would have really preferred to take home economics like the girls in my class.  In March of that year I stuck my hand into the blade of a table saw before it had powered down and did irreparable damage to my right hand.  I had to wear an arm sling for several months.By October of my freshman year of high school, I did not have to wear it all the time but my hand was sill healing.   As a result of this hand injury, it would be several weeks before I could give my brother a two-handed hand job.  But nothing prevent him from pounding my ass as he pleased..

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i came across this picture a few years ago and I was so happy I had..  While it is not an exact copy of a dress I loved when I was fifteen and sixteen years old, it is so similar I had to be save it.  Mike loved me in my dresses and this dress was one of his favorites.

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This  video is of a peeping tom watching a woman get dressed through a keyhole.  As a young boy of four, i did not have to use a keyhole.  My grandmother allowed me to sit on her bed while she got dressed.   I would also sit on the bathroom vanity as she did her makeup.  While it was not -- most likely to my mind -- something she did initially towards a purpose, it was not long after I turned five that my grandmother first suggested to my parents that she would like to have me stay with her for a year.  And ‘stay with her’ became the code phrase for ‘let Glen be the girl he wants to be’ for a year.