Puberty kicked my ass pretty hard with a bit of a titty twist. My desire to become and live my life as a little girl had overwhelmed me since I was in kindergarten. While all the other boys clamored to play with the building blocks or toy trucks, I was determined to play the role of mommy and take care of the pretty dollies that, at the time, seemed to be the favorite of all the 5-year old girls.
Fuck stereotypes, back then playthings tended to be gender-related. At the same time, I was sentenced to wear drab boy clothes while the females got to wear dresses, patent leather shoes and bows in their hair. God how I wanted to be part of the pink community.
I was imprisoned in a Roman catholic school throughout my childhood. Every once in a while I would attempt a breakout, only to be subdued and punished for daring to be just a little effeminate. The warden nuns and priests would continually break my spirit and try to re-program me. They tried desperately to beat the butch into me. According to them I was simply seeking attention by pretending to be girlish. To be honest, I began to believe their shit.
But when puberty hit, in a twist of extreme irony, I began to develop fleshy titties which, for me, confirmed my feminine persona. The “condition” was labeled gynecomastia, but I absolutely knew that nature was simply righting a horrific mistake.
More later…
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