My Journey: The Teen Years;

My teen years were a troubling time for me. I was trying to be the best male I could be, but I kept wanting to be a girl. Every time my parents would go out for the night I would go to my mom's closet and gaze at her dresses. I would finally end up looking through her dresser and grabbing some undergarments, running to my bedroom to put them on. I would wear them up till about 30 minutes before they were to be home. I eventually got brave enough to keep some in my room so I could put them on before bed and have them on all night. Looking back now I realize just how euphoric that was and how much I felt pretty and like a girl.

Now I can guess what you might be thinking, didn't you get caught? The answer is yes, I got caught a few times. It seemed like when I would go to bed earlier than normal, my mom would come down and tuck me in. I would usually try and hide the fact that I had on her underwear or pantyhose. She then would look under my bed and find the rest of my stash of clothes. This happened at three different times. On the third time I was caught, I remember her asking me if I was needing help. At the time I was not sure what type of "help" she was referring to. I thought she was wanting to take me to a psychologist to get me to stop wearing her clothes. I, of course, told her, "No, I did not need help". Little did I know how much actual help I really needed.