Growing Up Vicky

by Victoria Maiden

 

I was brought up in a reasonably normal home and had I guess a reasonably normal childhood. That is until I turned 5.

At that time my father left home and Mom was forced to sell the house in the city and we moved to the country. Mom owned a small fabric store and made enough to take care of me, my sister and herself. We were not rich and sometimes things were in short supply, but we made out OK.

My sister was 2 years older than me and so we needed a sitter during the day. Mom had our 17 year old cousin come stay with us and as it turned out she became more of a sister to us than a cousin.

Now maybe it was the fact that I was the lone male at the house or the fact that I was always left out of conversations that started me on a road to discovery.

I do remember one day when I was 6 playing in the backyard as Mom hung out the wash. My clothes took up a small area of the line while the rest of it was filled with panties and other articles of feminine clothing. I kept staring at all that nylon and lace wondering why I was excluded from so much if all the difference was the type of clothing I wore.

Now Mom was no prude and had brought us up knowing the difference between boys and girls. I didn't care about that right then. All I wanted was for the girls to pay attention to me. There were no kids in our area so I had lots of time to ponder my lonliness.

That afternoon cousin Sue and my sister Florence were down at the garden and I was alone in the house as Mom had gone to town to the store. I went to Sue's room and nervously opened the top drawer of her dresser. There laid a host of silk and lace panties and bras in many different colors and patterns. Grabbing the top pair I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. It took only a second to remove my jeans and underpants.

Holding the panties with shacking hands I put one foot then the other into the leg holes and slowly pulled them up to my waist. I had no idea about sexual feelings yet but instantly knew that I liked the feeling of nylon and lace against my body. I wanted more of this feeling and wondered why boys were not allowed to feel this way and girls were.

From that day on it was my mission in life to wear something of their's every day. It was a wonderful summer of secrecy and lace for a 6 year old. How I wanted to get up in the morning and go to breakfast wearing the same clothing as them and fit in. I wanted to be a girl!!! I dreamt of what it would be like. I had a fantasy of a door opening in the stairwell that led me to a place were I could wear what I pleased and do the things my sister did. I wanted to play with dolls, take bubble baths and sleep in a room all pink and soft.

  

  

  

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