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The feeling of defeat was overwhelming for Greg, as his mother appeared overjoyed upon him emerging, having finally worn the sexy designer lingerie she bought for him then on his birthday, instead of the baseball gear. The resistance the boy had staked
“Only fairies wear skirts and dresses”How in a little over a year, the daily wardrobe of a boy in denial, will rarely consist anything other than skirts and dresses.
As a small, thin, sensitive young boy, who so desperately worried about his friends finding out how soft and girly he really is. Of how so little he is into girls. He would have nightmares about his friends seeing the real him. A fairy who likes boys.
It was only in hindsight, that I could understand my father’s concerns, of what it could do to a young, vulnerable boy. A mother dressing her son in her clothes. And to imagine how little father knew of it…. how when he was away from home, she
As a boy subject to the misfortune of having a hormone imbalance, nothing filled me with such a sense of dread, than with my family’s upcoming planned holiday in the summer, the thought of wearing to the beach, the bikini that mother bought me. How
Things you can relate to when your boyhood best friend was a girl...Those times over her house, when you wore hair extensions, and applied makeup in the same way she does, resulting in you looking just like sisters.
From very early into my boyhood, I often dreamed of things that would be considered transgressive, but it was only when the months following the separation of my parents, that when staying over the nights in my mother’s feminine household, in the feminine
The new kind of role model, for the new kind of boy….. and the women these boys will grow into…..
Oh the memories of a boy’s first time looking inside a pornographic magazine….The anticipation of sexiness and pleasure, as I had gathered being around all my peers…..…… followed by an overwhelming sense of dread and guilt
When you were a schoolboy and so confident in what you thought what was, and what wasn’t sexy, that you thought the desires of the girls were a joke. That if they allowed themselves to look a women like boys do, then they would all become lesbians.So
Hormones running wild, behind the closed doors of the boy’s room cubicles, deliriously making out. How we shy fairies spent countless recesses.
Oh nothing represents the term “boys will be boys” as this animation. A sweet narrative of shy friends, innocently experimenting with pleasures they don’t understand. See how they, in peeking at the girl, in their innocence, there is no sense that
Memories of after school, in the secrecy of one another’s bedrooms, forgetting all about girls, we shy boys experimented with things which brought us pleasures like nothing else, homosexuality.
There were many overwhelming, confusing feelings and sensations as a young boy, the first time in a dress for a date with an older boy. None so much as the hand up my dress and the finger massaging my prostate. How for the first time, I felt an aching
Mother was a writer of children’s books, and often she would let me read her manuscripts. At the time, I didn’t know that occasionally these manuscripts were altered for her amusement, in witnessing my discomfort upon reading them, such as the stories
For the skinny, sensitive young boy, it is bad enough, how he so struggles to come to terms with the unthinkable, that he isn’t into girls. But it would be nothing compared, to if he had known, what unspeakable things fate also had in store for him&hellip
I only ever once experienced being in a boxing club in my boyhood. However brief it was, a small chat my mother had with a manager she knew, it was none the less, one of the most distinctly uncomfortable moments in my childhood. Intimidated by all the
“Oh no” I thought to myself. A boy, yet again dreaming of the most inappropriate of things. Finding myself in a strange land. Again, in some variant of a beautiful, extravagant dress.Straight away having to play along to what appears to be handsome
“Son I just got back from the school’s uniform outfitters, and it appears that they don’t ordinarily supply for boy’s in your small measurements….. They asked whether you would consider trying…………a girl’s uniform…
❤ **Goodbye Heterosexuality** ❤ Mother always just thought it was a bit of harmless fun, the occasions that she elaborately dressed me, her son, glamorously up as her favorite divas. How she dismissed, laughing off my father’s concerns
Relatable: Where all the other boys had nightmares of finding themselves naked at school, you had nightmares of being exposed at school for how much of a fairy you really were. Finding yourself at school, as a girl!
As a delicate, sensitive boy, while the other boys at school listened to violent rap, and dreamed about being superheros, they would never know, how I so differed to them in my home life. How in watching with mother, countless period dramas she so loved,
It is so powerfully erotic to imagine that this is a music video depicting the first school where the girls have so emphatically and sensationally, won the battle of the sexes, that all the boys became girls!
A sitcom I would have “loved” (been horrified) to have watched when I was a young boy, I call “JOY!”. Where due to a series of unfortunate events, Greg develops a hormone imbalance and experiences much of a girl’s puberty in “her” new
A wonderful photo of the romance of young delicate fairies.Brings back memories of nervously trying on a friend’s older sisters clothes, while our friends played video games downstairs. Hearts racing as we made out, so fearful that we would be found
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Mother was overjoyed when she saw me wearing the heels she bought me almost a year before. I was really beginning to worry. Where there was a time that I was so appalled by my mother’s eccentric love of the idea of me in girls clothes, and engaging
How when we boys dressed in our older sister’s clothes, we distanced ourselves from any awkward, uncomfortable feelings among one another, about how we seamlessly transformed into pretty girls, and how much we liked it, by humorously parodying girls.By
When I had the other shy boy from school over for a day over the weekends, there were many things we got up to, that we instinctively knew that the other boys could never find out about. Such as ever elaborate fashion shows mother enthusiastically helped
After an evening of firsts, of countless new confusing, unsettling sensations and thoughts that the boy experienced when his mother dressed him in her clothes and makeup, nothing was so disconcerting to him, than the thoughts which filled his dreams,
The girls howled in delight, when after school, we boys traded uniforms with two of them. With the inclusion of hair extensions and makeup, completing the transformation seamlessly into being one of them, into being schoolgirls.But it would be nothing
Things you can relate to when your boyhood best friend was a girl…..You know what it is like accompanying her on her family holiday, and where sharing one another’s clothes, in a hot climate, you both ended up in skirts and dresses most of the
When father left, there would be nothing that stopped mother, a woman that always wanted a daughter, finding any excuse to dress me in her clothes. Halloween was always an uncomfortable time, knowing the likelihood that I would end up in matching outfits
A boy’s first encounter with an older sister bringing her college boyfriend home.His shock. His fascination, and his following denial about the reason for it.“Oh my, it is so big…. so hard….. but no, it is not sexy at all……
“Girls mature faster than boys”I was always known to be so overtly critical of everything about girls, insisting on the superiority of us boys. Nothing so much as when it came to dresses, and their obsession with “boys”. Often this was met with
How when en femme, a boy can so indulge so uninhibitedly in that which is so much more sexier than anything else…… it can be all too easy for any pretense of attraction to girls to be forgotten about. Effectively there is only an unrelenting
In the secrecy of my bedroom, trying on clothes from an older sister’s wardrobe, dancing & striking poses for one another, giggling as we mutually agreed in declaring how “WE ARE SUCH FAIRIES!!!”Suddenly, there was a moment of silence, and
Influenced by my boyhood anxieties, came countless thoughts and dreams which both at the same time being unimaginably shameful and decadent, were also so desperately erotic.One such thought, was of coming upon a realm where immortality was achieved, parad
Mother was particularly amused when I had friends over from school, in hearing me from my bedroom, reciprocate the other boy’s gestures of desire for girls
Mother always was irritated that I was too scrawny and delicate. When I acted too sensitive, shy and soft. When I acted too much “like a girl”. She knew just how to make me uncomfortable and worry about how I acted, having me believe that boys who
That moment of confusion, after answering the door to friends, and them leaving, having acted very strange, before the sudden horror of realizing, that where earlier, I had changed out of my older sister’s clothes, I had completely forgot to wash off
When mother enrolled me at a boarding school for introverted boys with self esteem issues, I was initially shocked how most of the boys appeared to be effeminate. How they played, dancing around the grounds, pretending to be princesses. How they referred
Always having been a feminist, when father left, mother began sending me to the hair salon instead of the barber, and when my hair was long enough the following year, that I no longer looked like a boy, she enrolled me at a girl’s school. Her rationale,
Memories, of how while all the other boys played outside on our street, inside, we shy boys dressed in my older sister’s clothes and kissed
Made over, in some of her raciest underwear and heels, how mother so delighted in her “flat chested glamour girl”. While I looked on, knowing my resistance wasn’t what it used to be, and how I so feared that there will be a time where I no longer
Things you can relate to when your boyhood best friends were girls….You had always worried about the boys at school, finding out that your best, oldest and most intimate friends, the other kids that lived on your street, were girls. But it was
It was a shock when beginning at the boy’s boarding school, how frequently I would find boys behind closed doors, kissing. I felt so uncomfortable, knowing that I as much as I wanted to think otherwise, I couldn’t deny that I was like them. The Masochist
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All of us boys that crossdressed together, always put such effort to stress that we were into girls, that we were bisexual.Yet at every party we threw, someone always happened to forget to book the female strippers. No one ever seemed care, let alone
Throughout my boyhood, I always worried that my friends at school would find about the part time modelling, that my mother pushed me to do on the weekends. It wouldn’t be so bad in itself, were it not for the fact that because of my small, androgynous
That expression. That incomparable ecstasy of when boys are inside you.
When that new boy started at your school, and mutually you could tell that you weren’t like the other boys. The subtleties of demeanor and slight mannerisms that you could only pick up upon, if you were the same. If you were also a soft, sensitive,
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It doesn’t take a stretch of the imagination to imagine that in the not too distant future, a boy being the protagonist of features like this. Of boys dreaming of being ballet stars, of being princesses. Of boys falling for their prince charming.Not
I, a boy, would only be aware of how abnormal it was, growing up in a small town, where the only other children on my street, my social peers, were a group of slightly older girls, when years later, my family would move away.I simply didn’t know any
If felt as if nothing could ever go right for Greg. After years of seeing all the other boys around him grow tall and strong with the onset of puberty, he longed for the time when he would also begin puberty. When he, so small, delicate and scrawny, would
On the year anniversary of us boys seeing one another, mother took a snap of us before taking us to a restaurant followed by the cinema. Sitting besides us and driving us home, she thought it was simply adorable how we held one another tightly throughou
Throughout my childhood years, all of us boys had heard of the “fairy” that lived on the other side of town. The boy that looked and acted just like a girl. How occasionally we would hear of boys who had passed through his street, only to later find
The sensations of my thighs being acutely restricted in a racy mini skirt, while only being able to take short steps being propped up in high heels. And then there was the pretty, heavily made up face, looking back at me in every reflective surface. All
Father would frequently bemoan “political correctness gone mad”, and how decadent society was progressively making boys soft and effeminate. The hatred he would express when such effeminate boys appeared on tv, deeply affected me, creating a fear
