First time.......

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few more of my own, from the time I had realized……… I was a little different

Chapter 4

First time.......

Musings from WannabeGinger

For all of us, there are many “first time” for many things in our lives. Here are a few more of my own.

Chapter 2

Sweet Dreams-18 Alex…………and Adam.

Chapter 18

Both of them looked at Tracy, standing there in her bright pink nightgown, her hair done up in pigtails, as she stood there. When she spoke, her voice trembled. “Please stop fighting.” She pleaded.

“You're right, we were fighting.” Her father agreed. He gave a big sigh and moved to his youngest, and put an arm around her. “There are times that parents will fight. But that doesn’t mean that we hate you. Or Vance.”

Once again, the big thanks for the editing go to Djkauf

“Why?” He asked again, wiping at the tears in his eyes. His pain had become frustration, which was quickly boiling over into anger. “WHY?” He pushed back against her and forced his tears back long enough to scream. To him it was a simple question. But his mother couldn't answer it, she had failed in the past. He pushed against her and sat up on his own. “WHY!!!” He bellowed.

“WHY DID I HAVE TO BE BORN LIKE THIS?!?” He glared at her. “WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE THIS....THIS THING BETWEEN MY LEGS?!? WHY CAN'T I BE A NORMAL GIRL!?!” The floodgate that held back the tears shattered, causing the young boy to bend slightly and sob uncontrollably.

The rating for this episode is slightly higher, due to the content within. I felt it was time for "the Talk"

Please bear with me, this one wasn't edited by an outside source, mostly because I am an impatient fool.

BY MOM BY DAD BY SATCY!!!!!

I yelled from the front porch as they were heading out for the weekend.

I had the house all to myself for the whole weekend and to day was Friday and they weren’t do back till Monday morning.

Mom was taking dad and sis to the airport and then she was heading out of town to visit my aunt Clare.

I had my whole weekend planed, Friday afternoon to Sunday night I was going to be my other self, here’s the thing I am a cross dresser not gay not transgender and its not a fetish.

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Chapter 22

I’m still holding Cass there in the dining room. My arms around her and my hands still on her belly and her hands over mine. I know that I froze for a minute but things kind of start back up as my mind started to process everything.

“Sam…”

She sounds scared. “Yeah.”

“Say something.”

It’s not even something I had to think about. I tighten my grip around her until I’m hugging her tightly and pressed into her back. I move my hands over her belly rubbing where our baby is growing. Cass shivers a bit in my grip and there’s a sniffle coming out of her and I bury my face into her neck and her hair and nuzzle her ear.

“I Love You.”

I reached through the doorway and took the tray of food from Mrs. Doyle, who stood uncertainly for a moment. Then my aunt leaned forward and the two women hugged; Mrs. Doyle started to cry a little and it seemed like my aunt was comforting her. Then I realized my aunt was sobbing silently; I could tell by her shoulders. I put the food down and got things ready, set the table, and so on, thinking again about the power of women to help each other.

The Cabin - Part 12 — Conclusion

Chapter 32: Going Home

A Bedtime story

“Tell me again about Mama, Daddy.”

The first time my son had asked me that question, I hesitated to respond. I thought “What good could come of reliving our grief?”

But then I recalled how the grief and loss I felt when my dad died had been multiplied by the fact that everyone refused to talk about him, as if he had never existed. So I put aside my own grief, and shared with my son, and now it was a nightly ritual.

“Bobby, are you sure you want to hear this again? Its a sad story, remember.”

“What about you, Sue, don’t you feel like crud when it’s your period?” Dorothy asked.

Fortunately, she whooped with laughter. And so we passed the subject of my periods, and I didn’t really have to lie. We got down to the serious business of choosing clothes.

The Cabin - Part 11

Chapter 29: At The Movies

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Chapter 30

I can’t help it. I’m crying with still pent up feelings and hugging both Davey and Billy and hugging them with everything I’ve got. I was never connected to my feelings back then as Jaime and I was and only child too. These boys, My Boys and Tim…they’re the family I’ve always wanted, my heroes, my brothers.

I knew that I would be just like the girls I knew, excited and proud of my new bumps when they came–and I’d probably a pain in the neck about them, like other girls. They would make me a target for male eyes, too, and I still wasn’t sure where that thought was going, so I shelved it for the moment. I just knew that I was so looking forward to the first time I placed a snugly-fitting bra over my very own breasts!

The Cabin - Part 8

Chapter 21: My Birthday Idea

I hadn’t realized how sleepy I was until I undressed, got my nightgown on, and remembered I had to wash. So I trudged downstairs to wash my face. I pulled my hair back and studied my face. Now, for the first time, I thought I was beginning to see a girl looking back at me, and not a boy pretending to be a girl. I loved it.

The Cabin - Part 5

Chapter 14: On The Net

Just before turning out the light and getting in bed, I looked in the mirror on the small dresser. Looking back at me was a happy–but tired–pretty girl.

The Cabin - Part 3

Chapter 8: Getting Ready To Ride