Ever since I was young I always hung out with the girls rather than the boys. It helped that the other families in our street had girls. I used to love going over to their houses and spending time in their bedrooms chatting and admiring their clothes. Girls got to wear such pretty dresses. Boys wore t shirts, shorts or jeans.
As a teenager I started to try on panties and tops until one day my mother caught me. She didn't know what to do and sent me to a shrink. I went back into my shell. I kept my secret hidden.
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