Becoming A Girl

Credit Shy Stuart

Growing up I was often mistaken for a girl. I had a sweet face, long blonde curly hair and blue eyes. My eldest sister was a bit of a tomboy, we would often swop clothes. She would wear my shorts and I would wear her pretty dresses. I preferred girls as friends and was often referred to as a sissy.

For me, being an effeminate sissy wasn’t a choice it was just how I was. At puberty I developed little breasts. They were not big like a girl, but certainly not flat like a young man’s chest. The doctors diagnosed a hormone imbalance and offered an operation when my breasts had finished developing.

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