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In my early days I was Erika until puberty
First of all, this is a true story about enjoying yourself for yourself. Back then, before I went to school my mother dressed me as a girl. I had long blonde hair, ribbons, ** and dresses. My little ** notwithstanding. I had a girl name, Erika, and I went everywhere with my mother when she wanted to go out with her little girl.
Well things happen, like puberty, which put an end to that. A little **, became a big **, shoulders widened, voice broke into a baritone, body hair on chest and back and heavy beard. I did not like guys, that's not my swing.
What I miss are the days when I could be a little girl with my mother. I think of it often, I have many pictures of me dressed as a girl, with identifiers like Erika age four.
My wife and I dress our son as a girl.
Your mother is a child abuser.
Imagine if one of the REAL girls that used to respect you found out, and then all she could ever do again was laugh when she saw you.
Then imagine she figured out you liked that and made you PAY her to keep doing it.