Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 13:41:21 EST
From: TexLee29@aol.com
Subject: My Awakening...

I grew up in a suburb of Dallas Texas with my divorced Mom
and older brother Randy.
Mom worked a lot and dated a lot so it seems like Randy and
I practically raised ourselves. Randy is 5 years older than
me and has been a bisexual crossdresser for as long as I can
remember. Mom was OK with it although it took her some time
to come to terms with it I suppose. At first Randy would
dress up only around the house but by the time he was 18
(and I was 13) he/she begin  dressing real sexy and going
out to clubs and on dates sometimes returning early in the
morning or not at all. I remember many times watching Randy
apply his make-up and get dressed with great fascination and
awe and I always thought he made a very convincing girl, in
fact Randy was just about the prettiest and sexiest girl I
knew! Every once in a while Randy would put make-up on me
just for fun and I remember liking it a whole lot even when
I was only 11 or 12 years old, and a boy to boot!

When I started puberty I was defiantly attracted to girls
but I also thought guys were OK too. I had a crush on a cute
boy that had a locker next to mine but certainly that's not
something a 14 year old boy shares with the world, although
I did tell Randy about it.
Many nights I remember I would lay in bed at night and
fantasize that I was as sexy as Randy and my secret lover
would make wild passionate love to me and treat me as his
little girl toy.

By the time I was 15 I was wearing panties under my boy
clothes every chance I got and with Randi's' (now the way
she spelled her name), help I would wear a touch of blush,
mascara and lipstick around the house when Mom was gone. I
was still very shy about it and was afraid to venture out
like that until one day Randi talked me into going out to
the mall with her as a girl.

Randi gave me some clothes she wore when she was my age for
our shopping trip as well as a bra and panties. I remember
feeling a delicious mixture of fear and excitement as I
slipped into my new clothes. I wore a pink bra that we
filled with small foam breast forms and pink lace panties.
The skirt was a washed denim mini and the t-shirt was a
girls cut pink shit with "Good Kitty" emblazoned on the
front, and a pair of pink kitten heels.
I put on several coats of black mascara, light blue
eyeshadow and pink gloss and Randi styled my long hair the
way girls do. I really looked pretty good and Randi did
everything she could to boast my self confidence. Randi was
her usual knock out self in tight denim jeans, black high
heel pumps, black low cut sweater showing off her big
titties, and her sexy make-up and trade mark red lipstick!
She also wore a streaked blonde wig. Before leaving Randi
showed me how girls walk, talk and a few other feminine
mannerisms and with my heart beating from my chest we headed
out the door!

I was so self conscience at first walking from the car to
the mall especially when I noticed a group of guys about my
age hanging around the entrance. I had to concentrate on my
girlie walk as it was not natural to me yet and I wanted to
run away but Randi held my hand and whispered to me to smile
back at them as we passed. With my body almost shaking in
fright we passed them as they stared and I looked right back
and smiled. Oddly enough, they were the ones that look
nervous as we passed and as we did I heard a whistle and a
cat call or two. I glanced back over my shoulder and they
were all looking at me...me! Gawd, what a feeling!

Randi said she was so frekin proud of me and that I passed
the first test with flying colors. I was proud of myself and
knew I was hooked on crossdressing from that moment on. We
spent the rest of the day buying clothes for ourselves and
despite the three hour hard on I had in my panties, no one
had any idea I was a boy! (I did masturbate once in the
ladies dressing room.)

Randi and I had a ball that day and we both had a ton of
lusty looks from the guys at the mall. Randi even met a guy
that introduced himself to her at the food court and she
gave him her phone number, no less. Strangely we kept
crossing paths with the boys we saw outside the mall and
Randi had to explain to me that it was no coincidence and
that it happens to her all the time. I was so flattered!

When we returned from the mall Mom was home from work so I
had to face the hurdle I was dreading the most. When we
walked in Mom got mad at Randi for "doing this to me" but we
had a good long talk about it and I told her it was my idea,
not Randi's and she calmed down. She thinks it was because
we grew up without our father present, and maybe that's true
to some degree, but I knew I really, really enjoyed being a
girl much more that a boy and there was no turning back
now.except at school.

That night I watched TV dressed as a girl and after my
shower in the morning dressed the same way all day Sunday.
Mom was accepting although she thought I wore too much make-
up for a 15 year old. (Funny, I didn't think it was enough).
Unfortunately at school that week I was forced to dress as a
boy and hated it, although I did wear my panties on non gym
days! As soon as I got home each day I changed into a skirt
and top, put on make up and did my homework. (I laughed to
myself once when I turned in my homework with a lipstick
smudge on it!!)

Want more?.sure you do.the best is yet to come, or should I
say... um.cum?