This story is about 95% true. The location has changed and some elements of the story have been altered to reduce any identifying details.
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Growing up, I knew something was different about me. I liked the feeling of being feminine; the movements, the clothes, the panties, and the feeling of being penetrated, having something inside me.
I lived in a rural area of the Texas panhandle, a collection of trailers outside of a small town in tornado alley. The trailers were all on 2-3 acre lots, so they weren’t exactly close together. This afforded some privacy for my sexual antics as a kid, but also allowed for plenty of gossip to get around.
When I was 6 or so, I discovered the feeling of lace on my body. Around 8 I discovered anal penetration. Around 10, I was tired of playing with myself and deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be intimate with a man. Small town Texas in the late eighties didn’t afford many opportunities, and you couldn’t really just come out. So what was a bottom boy to do? Raid your mother’s panty drawer, find household objects to stick inside you, and be ready to take advantage of any opportunity to dress that became available.