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For the days until puberty I was a girl
Growing up in the fifties. I'm an old ** now but back in the day we lived in a small town where my father worked for the post office (a WW2 veteran) and my mom had children and did the wash and cooked and cleaned. I was the fourth of four boys. My mom wanted a girl.
Until I went through puberty I wore my hair long, I wore dresses and girl shoes and ** and called myself Maureen. I helped with the cooking and the washing and sat on the toilet. Thing got more and more difficult as I began to mature and go through puberty. Harder and harder to hide my weenie, I started to look stupid in a bra and ** and my father finally put his foot down and told my mother to accept the fact that I wasn't a girl.
In our small community everyone knew I wasn't a girl, but everyone helped with the idea. I was invited to girl parties and I sat with the girls at school and the teachers called me Maureen. And just like that, when I went into middle school my hair was short and wore boy clothes and my name was Matt and I was a fast runner and ran track.
As an old ** now, I still from time to time see old friends of those growing up days and not one of them ever has called out my days as Maureen.
What a sick sad ** childhood you had, have you considered suicide?
** off!
While you are alive you can shift who you are. Let it be today you identify to be the Maureen you always were
I hope we become more fluid. My son Jodie is 9 and from time to time asked to wear boy clothes. So far though the closest he gets is girls short shorts.
He should be taken away from you and you should be gassed.