How I Came To Be Me
HOW I CAME TO BE ME
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Well I was a very small child growing up. We lived in town and so I would go over to the neighbors house and play with my older sister and her friend. One day they their playing dress up and I do love to play dress up. I got to dress up like a little girl. I was 6 at the time. Now you say no big deal. Oh but it was, I was a boy.
We have been doing this for a long time is seemed when my mom came over and saw what I was doing. She was not happy at all grabbing my arm, and yelling as she pulled me home. Mom took me to my room and yelled and screamed at me that I was a boy and boys don’t wear dresses.
She sat on the bed and bends me over her knee and was getting ready to give me a good one when she saw my training pants on. After getting them down she spank me so hard I cry until I was hysterical, and couldn’t catch my breath. And it happened, I peed myself. Mom dumps me on the floor and walks out.
I lay on the bed and cried it seem like it was forever before mom came back in. She had me stand up and she pulled the jumper over my head and then pull trainers off. Thinking it was over mom ran me off to the bathroom to take a bath. Mom came in and wrapped me in a towel then she marched me back to my room.
As I walked in she had strip it of all my boy things their on the bed was cloth diapers and plastic pants. I started to cry again. She just laid me on the bed and started diapering me. I begged her not to. She just kept pining them.
Then pulled on the plastic pants pulling a pink nitie of my sister over my head. She was going on how I like to play sissy baby that was fine I could just dress that way too. I did my normal and started to cry and kick around (I did have a temper). She continue to unload my cloths out of my dresser.
Kathy my sister came up at dinner to check on me and to laugh. I threw a stuffed dog at her and hit my mom as she looked in the door. My mom didn’t think it was funny at all”saying I was going to let you change but not now”.
Grabbing my sister she slammed the door. Later that even she came in with a bottle of formula it tasted funny. But I was hungry and I was going to get anything else. So I drank it. As she left she locked the door. Later that night I had to go pee so bad but I couldn’t get out of my room.
I hit the door and cried for my mom. She came to my door and open it told me just to pee them and she would change them in the morning. So I did! plus I poop them to fix her I though. Then I had to lay in it not so fun.
The next morning mom came in and laugh oh baby I see you have a poopy one. She pulled me by my feet and took it off. Talking to me like I’m 1 or 2.She clean me up and re-diapered me then pulled out a ruffle diaper cover I started to complain and she thumped me, Then a yellow sundress. She kept going on how pretty I was.
Kathy peeked in and giggled moms “are we going shopping today” I was so subdue I reached up and took my mommy hand and follow her down stairs. I was so ashamed and embarrassed as mom gave me another bottle as I sat in my old highchair this time with a leather belt to hold me in.
Mom and Kathy keep talking about going shopping when I heard mom say “no Marty is staying home, Jill is going to watch her” (laughing). Just about then Jill walked in looked right at me and smiled. Mom went on how I like to play dress-up and I act like a baby, so to make a point I was going to be a baby girl for awhile.
Mom went over the rules; no using the potty for me, I was only to have a bottle or baby food and there is some in the cabinet. I was mortified I couldn’t believe it. Mom had gone nuts. I started to say something and she thump me again saying “oh she is not to talk unless it baby talk”. Mom kissed me on the forehead and told “her baby girl to be good”. Then gave me a juice bottle as she left.
Big mistake I drank it down and I had to pee again. Jill looked at me like what do I do. I asked if I could get down and go pee. She just said NO and walked out of the room. I just couldn’t hold it, peeing one more time. I want out of the wet diaper I yelled. Jill didn’t even look in to check on me, then I started to cry she came in. Doing the baby thing ”oh did my little girl have a wet one”, I just looked at her. She undid the belt lifting me up and walking me back upstairs.
This seems to go on for a long time but I don’t think it
did, maybe for a couple of weeks. Well until my dad came
home. His way was to just to beat me. He was in the military so he was gone for long times. Looking back I’m sure that no one really understood transgendered back then.
Today I’m a happy female and yes some time I have the need to slip into a diaper and suck on a bottle. I’m sure it comes from my time of being a baby girl. But I do love the feeling it has over me. My SO even gets a kick out of it too. He is such a big daddy. Giggle love all
Written By: Anne