After getting caught for faking my parents signature on a bad test, my teachers asked me why. I burst into tears and told them otherwise I would have been beaten. The teachers talked to my parents that evening and the next day the teachers told me my parents said there are no other punishments I react to so there is nothing they can do about it. It was my only attempt to tell someone "offical". It still hurts after more than 15 years. And in contrast to what I say to my family, I still can't forgive my parents for beating me.
I've always hated that trope in fiction where one character says to another, "You look more beautiful without your glasses," because when I would remove mine and look in the mirror, I would just dejectedly watch my left eye point inward. It made no sense to me.
All my life I have been curious about what clothes the opposite sex wear. When I was a just a kid I remember wanting to try on dresses tights and girly socks. As I got older I wanted to try make up and would act like I didn't like so the girls would try make me wear it. I thought maybe I was trans, which scared me. But I actually just have a huge fetish for dressing up as a girl. But not like passing as a girl. Like dressing super feminine and girly like a Lolita. Ever since I realised this I have been slowly buying more stuff to help me achieve this. I know have a full wardrobe of female clothing, make up, shoes and jewelry. AND I LOVE IT!
So...when I was watching animated movies as a kid, I never had any interest in the princes from the Disney Princess series. I mean, I knew other girls liked characters such as Aladdin and Prince Eric. Me? The first time I really noticed some sort of silly crush like that was Fantasia. When that demon from Night On Bald Mountain opened his wings, I just...feelings happened. Honestly, it explains a lot about what I currently find attractive in men. <.<
I'm 12 female and my 16 brother touches me and had sex with me and he cums in me
I'm no different than those that tried to supress me...
My brother and I were raised by my single mother. I treated them to dinner at a restaurant and a song came up that brought my childhood memories back. I used to hear my dad sing to me while I slept on his chest. It made my eyes water hearing that song especially I haven't heard that song since I was a child. I miss him. Not him but the father I thought he was until I grew up piecing all the puzzle pieces together.
When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Heather. One year she cut her hair short, started wearing men's clothes, stopped shaving, etc. and she said multiple times "I am a gay man." At that point in my life, I didn't know what transgender people were. So I thought she was joking, or meant that she wished she was a gay man, or that she meant she was just flamboyant like the stereotypical gay dude. I never once called her "he" or used the male name she gave herself (I forget now what it even is). So, classmate, if you're out there, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I regret these actions with every fiber of my being. I'm sorry that, in my ignorance, I pushed you away and hurt you and lost the friendship we had before we could become real friends, and not just "at school" friends. I hope you're doing well and I wish you the best.
When I was a kid, I was on this camp, and I shared a cabin with my sister and her friend, who were a bit older than me. One time, some boys tried to come inside, though they didn't succeed. My roommates then called them "perverts" (in hindsight, I'd say that was quite an exaggeration...) and some other words in the same effect. Because I was young, I didn't know what those words meant, so I assumed they were some of those general insults that don't mean anything in particular. A few days later when I was back home, I got mad at my mom and guess what? I called her all the things I had heard my sister and her friend say. She was pretty much flabbergasted and from her reaction I inferred that I had, once again, used a word incorrectly. And imagine how embarrassed I felt later when I told my friend about it and she explained what "pervert" actually means. Heck, I'm still embarrassed even though it's been like ten years. Which is why I'm writing this here. But I'm sure mom and others who heard it probably wrote it off as "children are weird" or something. I hope so, at least.
I'm really worried about my mom. Or I should say I always am. My dad was her kindergarten sweetheart but it ended really bad... I grew up without him. He ended up cheating on my mom. And now that I'm all grown-22 years old I finally told her that I don't want my brother and I to be her barrier. That we are ok if she finds a boyfriend. She says no because I know she's really hurt from my dad. I hope a good man happens to all the sudden show up into her life and show her that not all men are like my dad. I really think she gave up.