I've always been Krista...
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 10:00 am
My earliest recollection of trying something "girly" was when I was about 5 years old, and while watching my mother apply lipstick, I asked her if I could have some. She replied, "Honey, boys don't wear lipstick...", but leaned down and gave both my lips a touch of bright red! She laughed, as I keep looking at my reflection in the mirror, and I don't believe she thought any more about it - but right then and there - I was hooked!
Somewhere around that same time, someone had given my mother a large bag of used clothes for our church to distribute. In the bag, I found a petticoat that fit me perfectly! I stashed it under my bed, and would pull it out after I was sure no one would be back to check on me and would imagine that I was a little girl. One day it was gone...no one said anything about it...and I didn't offer any complaint.
I loved it when my brother and I would raid our parents' closet while playing "grown ups"...of course, I was ALWAYS the mother...I loved my mom's dresses and heels! Througout my growing up years, I took every opportunity to "be a girl"...I wore my mother's and my sister's clothes...my female cousin's clothes, my aunt's clothes, my FRIENDS' mother's and sister's clothes...in other words - I was a girl on a mission...LOL!
My only regret is that although NOW, I'm comfortable and excited to be "Krista" in public - I haven't (yet) figured out how to tell those closest to me (including my wife) who I really am. I know that I'll figure it out, though!
Somewhere around that same time, someone had given my mother a large bag of used clothes for our church to distribute. In the bag, I found a petticoat that fit me perfectly! I stashed it under my bed, and would pull it out after I was sure no one would be back to check on me and would imagine that I was a little girl. One day it was gone...no one said anything about it...and I didn't offer any complaint.
I loved it when my brother and I would raid our parents' closet while playing "grown ups"...of course, I was ALWAYS the mother...I loved my mom's dresses and heels! Througout my growing up years, I took every opportunity to "be a girl"...I wore my mother's and my sister's clothes...my female cousin's clothes, my aunt's clothes, my FRIENDS' mother's and sister's clothes...in other words - I was a girl on a mission...LOL!
My only regret is that although NOW, I'm comfortable and excited to be "Krista" in public - I haven't (yet) figured out how to tell those closest to me (including my wife) who I really am. I know that I'll figure it out, though!