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Like most of us, my cross dressing started with wearing pantyhose. This is a true story. My older sister (she was 14 and I was 9) would wear them to school (private school with uniforms) everyday. She started to notice that I would stare at her legs when she wore them. To this day I don’t know why, but she would tease me trying hard for her not to be obvious about it, letting her skirt hike up to the point where I could see her reinforced band of the pantyhose, clicking her heels on and off twisting her ankles around flirtatious like. As this continued and my life as a boy who couldn’t play sports or have and boy like coordination progressed, I start wishing that I was a girl and day dreaming what it would be like wearing short skirts, pantyhose and having everyone like me in an instant. The more bad days I had as a boy the more I would dream about looking like or being a girl. Well as you probably know, that was the spark of trying on my sisters pantyhose and skirts. It wasn’t till I was 18 till I decided to totally become a girl. My mother thought it was cute and didn’t care one way or the other she was elvankent escort into her own life. The transformation wasn’t as hard as most of guy out there, I didn’t have any muscular build, had curvy legs (from my mom I guess, never met my dad) and long hair with sissy like features. I guess this is probably one reason that the boys never like me when growing up.(?) During the summer of my 18th year, I asked my mom if I could switch schools and go to this school wear people went to get their GED. She once again didn’t care as long as I got my degree. So my plan was for the summer to buy all girl cloths (mostly skirts and dresses) and get used to wearing and walking around all day in public as a girl. I ordered hormone pills online and that really sent my hips, voice to something I would never forget. I thought I was imaging that my breast were getting bigger till my mother noticed and told me that she had two daughters now and laughed.As a 18yr old, my hormones where raging out of control to begin with, but taking female hormones it took my body into a metamorphosis emek escort bayan state of a dream come true for me. I remember taking the city bus to go shopping in a pleated blue mini skirt, tan pantyhose, white flats shoes, and a sheer white blouse that you could see my bra through it (my breast where small but I was proud to have my little tits LOL). As I was sitting with my legs crossed, some guys about 18yrs old or more where looking me up and down. This was the first time I sat there with confidence and just crossed my legs twisting my ankle around like my sister would tease me. It was also the first time I had conformation that I had extremely sexy legs and from that point on men, boys, and sometimes women would tell me I have really nice legs and they loved the way the arch in my foot was so flexible. I never realized that having really flexible ankles to the point that I can make my ankle curve the opposite direction from the shen of my legs meant that I had some beautiful legs ( I wear a size 9 in women’s shoes, if that paints a better picture for you on how petite Escort eryaman I’m ). After a summer of finding out how much of a sexy 18yr girl I was, I couldn’t wait for school. I would babysit for extra money for my clothes. Neighbor down the street that moved in earlier that summer thought they hired a 19yr old girl to watch there 2 boys 9yr and 11yr old. That was really fun wearing short skirts with pantyhose sitting around with them as they started at my legs. I would practice sitting and teasing them getting ready for the new school year. The boys would find excuses to touch my legs like come up to me and ask stupid questions and stuff. It reminded me of my sister and how much I wanted to be a girl. I wonder how they feel now? It came time to go to class my first day and I was totally prepared for it, wearing a lime green chiffon flippy mini skirt that would blow up if a slight breeze blew, tan pantyhose with reinforcement (to show it if my skirt hikes up), navy blue flats, and a really nice white blouse. As I sat in class, it was mostly guys, older guys that had gone back to get their GED. OMG. It seemed like everyone one was staring at my legs. At first I was really nervous, but as the day went on, I started to gain more confidence, and started crossing my legs, sitting down fast so my skirt would flare out to the sides, bounce my legs up and down, and sliding my foot in and out of my shoes.
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