Tabitha's story
I am six. My parents are both divorced and remarried. I gain a step sister, a year younger then i am. Sometimes we play with her barbies. I am stuck being Ken, But doll are dolls, and its better then nothing.
One day, i let her dress me up. Dresses, they have a kind of huggy feel around your torso. Its pleasant... Then she runs to get my stepmother, to show her, me in a dress. Happy turns to terror. Its 1976, boys are boys and girls are girls. Deviation from this is still a horrible thing, with a very likely harsh punishment.
I hide behind the closet door. I am GOOD at hiding. I am quiet, though trembling with fear. They come, they search, they dont find me, they look elsewhere in the house for me. I change, and sneak out past everyone. I am very quiet, i know which steps creak, i know how to sneak, i know how to hide behind things, move silently... I escape, this time.....
Penny's in wishing wells, wishing upon stars, begging God, make my body a girls body, please God make me a girl...
Most of my free thoughts are dominated by this one thing. My daydreams, amazingly elaborate fantasies, are full of the need to release the little girl, out upon the world. Somehow i believe it can happen, somehow.....
One day, i let her dress me up. Dresses, they have a kind of huggy feel around your torso. Its pleasant... Then she runs to get my stepmother, to show her, me in a dress. Happy turns to terror. Its 1976, boys are boys and girls are girls. Deviation from this is still a horrible thing, with a very likely harsh punishment.
I hide behind the closet door. I am GOOD at hiding. I am quiet, though trembling with fear. They come, they search, they dont find me, they look elsewhere in the house for me. I change, and sneak out past everyone. I am very quiet, i know which steps creak, i know how to sneak, i know how to hide behind things, move silently... I escape, this time.....
Penny's in wishing wells, wishing upon stars, begging God, make my body a girls body, please God make me a girl...
Most of my free thoughts are dominated by this one thing. My daydreams, amazingly elaborate fantasies, are full of the need to release the little girl, out upon the world. Somehow i believe it can happen, somehow.....