tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post4124255828551750417..comments2024-03-28T21:01:14.748-04:00Comments on Femulate: Beth's First TimeStanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-38803122159147247032024-02-25T13:29:52.508-05:002024-02-25T13:29:52.508-05:00ππ π’πΊπβ§β€ππ π’πΊπβ§β€Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-7957199453114951782024-01-31T13:19:42.591-05:002024-01-31T13:19:42.591-05:00For me just the same:my mothers saw that i put on ...For me just the same:my mothers saw that i put on a half slip of hers...she noticed i loved it ...at age 5-6?? from that time on she told teached everything about womans fashion ..she encouraged my to put on her dresses skirts till i was 19 we both loved it...to make me her parttime daughterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-24505041860736475272023-02-21T20:29:39.361-05:002023-02-21T20:29:39.361-05:00Mine was more than a "first" experience....Mine was more than a "first" experience. My mother wanted a girl so bad that after I was born she dressed me as a girl until I had to attend school at age 6, She cried when she took me to the barber and I got my first haircut, My blond locks were down past my waist. I protested being a boy, so I would sneak into her room and put on her lingerie, even though it was way too big. She would catch me and tell me I was a boy and couldn't wear gurly things. One day she was having the neighbor women over for tea and cake and i was in her bedroom putting on her things. She must have realized she hadn't seen me in a while and found me with her panties and slip on. She must have thought that she would embarrass me so she marched me out into the living room and said, "here is my son girls, what do you think?" There were a lot of "He's so cute" and a few "Oh my!" The neighbor woman from two doors down who had a daughter of her own said I should be a girl, I was too pretty. That woman later began to molest me, telling me if I put on her daughters things she would give me icecream or candy. She would dress me and then fondle me. I got scared one time when she put me on the bed on top of her and said I wanted to go home. I think that scared her so she stopped doing that. Needless to say I never got over my desire to be a woman, I have long hair again and an extensive wardrobe, I love being feminine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com