Mom made me become a girl at a young age.

Mom raised me on her own after my father left her when I was three. I rebelled at age seven and tried to hold my own but Mom won. From then on I never had very much play time with other kids. She decided to get rid of my boy clothing and buy all girly items. I dressed in blouses and pink, green, pastel, spandex pants. I also wore hot pants made of spandex daily, even when her friends came over.
I was home schooled so this was very easy for her to dress me as she did. I wore girl panties with flowers and bows. I was a sissy and raised as such, I did adjust to it and accepted it over time. When my birthday came around she would have a party for me that only here girlfriends came to. They giving me presents of frilly girl clothes that I would have to model for them.
I turned into a very passable girl at age 10 and was okay with my life since no one really knew the difference. I slowly developed the habits and acted just as any girl did. If you seen me on the street you whole never known I was a boy at one time. When I was nineteen she set up a date with an older guy who eventually I married. He treats me as the sissy girl I am and I am happy that my life turned out this nice. I also want to thank my Mom for raising me as the girl I am today.

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  • I read your narration with deep sense of empathy. A lot of folks have had enough confusion from a "confused world" to last for a life time! Lack of "personal identity" can bore oneself sick even to having suicide thoughts . Have I once considered suicide in my life? Yes .. . and indeed, many folks you see that walk the streets are full of challenges and pains that were inflicted or innate. In my own case, in my teens like you, I thought I will not be able to achieve anything because I was abused as a child , lived in a home that always felt like an explosive device was about to ignite. I struggled with these feelings and tried to fill the void via alcohol and "street smokes". . I envied and wanted to be like others. I began to steal. Well, I am an adult now, well educated, employed, married, had kids, drug/alcohol/smoke free, and really free from all my demons. How? Yes, I know that this will be the question in your heart. It sounded foolish and dreamlike but it was real. Someone gave me a copy of "New Testament and Psalms and proverbs"; a little blue covered book which could fit into my pocket. It was published by Gideon international. I began to read it from "The Gospel of John" like he advised me. I love reading and it made sense. Well, I may not be able to tell you all that happened to me but I discovered that as I read it daily, I began to be attracted to and talk to the main character in the story; Jesus and it seemed like and old self of mine was dropping off daily. At some point , I was shocked when I was out with my friends and realized that I hadn't touched alcohol in the past 2 weeks! That was strange. And the stranger thing was that alcohol lost its appeal to me. In fact, it disgusted me. My friends told me that they will "give me just three months" and I will drink myself to stupor like before. well it has been years and I keep getting better; more pleasant than the person I ever tried to be. . Jesus is beautiful.

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