My mother raised my sister and I in the 1950s, while my father worked two jobs to finance our raising. With my male role model out of the picture (or out of focus) most of the time, my mother became my role model and as a result, instead of raising a son and a daughter, she raised two daughters.
The older daughter (me) was her favorite and received more attention; I was babied, pampered and spoiled, whereas my sister often had to fend for herself. As a result, I (the sissy nee "Momma's boy") turned out to be very feminine, whereas my sister(the "Daddy's girl") was more independent and assertive.
During the 1950s, "there were two distinct shapes, the waif like gamine figure epitomized in movies by Audrey Hepburn and the more womanly hourglass figure represented by Grace Kelly, with tiny waists, padded hips and circle skirts." (Source: Glamourdaze.com)
My mother was in the latter group and I found herself in that group. too! I assume extra estrogen is responsible for my hourglass figure and predisposed me to embrace the feminine environment I found myself in.
As I've written here before, I never felt that I was a female trapped in a male body. Instead, I was "me" trapped in the expectations of what being a "male" was all about.
Although I embraced things considered "male," I also rejected many "male" things, while embracing many "female" things. As a result, friends and enemies considered me to be effeminate.
I never tried to be feminine just as I never tried to be macho, but society branded me "effeminate" nonetheless. I was just being "me," which just happens to be considered “feminine” in the eyes of society.
I love all the female trappings; I love presenting as a woman and I am happiest when I am able to be a woman because it is the best fit for "me."
And so it goes.
Womanless beauty pageant contestant.
Wearing Rodebjer cape-coat, Harvey Faircloth shirred top, J Brand
skinny jeans, Jonathan Adler clutch and IRO pumps.