Runaway Transgirl, Part 1: How I Ran Away

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There comes a point in your life when you make a decision that changes everything. Even though I was terrified, I was sick and tired of pretending to be someone I wasn’t. I had been wearing my twin sister’s clothes for years, and I had to be a girl.  Flash forward to the beginning of summer, a few months after my 16th birthday. I still liked to swipe my sister’s clothes, but I didn’t look like some faggot little kid when I did it. I taught myself, with help from the internet, of course, to make myself look hot. I made a decent pair of breast forms, grew my hair out, and spent my allowance on a basic makeup kit. I practiced my mannerisms, I nearly perfected my voice, and even occasionally went into town as a girl. I had been decided for months; I was never meant to be a guy. I decided to tell Mom and Dad. The next day was a Saturday. kocaeli escort My sister had gone out with her boyfriend, leaving me and my parents alone. “Mom? Dad? Could… could I talk to you?” Dad muted the TV and Mom shut her book. “What is it, sweetie?” “Um…” I had no idea what to do. “Mom, Dad, I hope you don’t hate me for this… I’ve known for a while…” “Oh my god.” Dad slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. “My son’s not going to be some faggot, is he?” “No… Um, no…” I felt tears grow in my eyes. “I wanna be a girl!” I spoke fast, and cringed. And hour later, I sat sobbing in my room, with a black eye, no confidence, and no respect from my parents. Grounded for what could be years. Just for trying to become who I should be? I hated them. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and made my decision. I didn’t need kocaeli escort bayan this bullshit. I had to leave. I took an armful of my sister’s clothes, all extremely comfortable, as I had no idea where I’d end up. Nothing that I couldn’t easily run or climb in. My makeup kit was a bit of a debate in my mind; not much need to look sexy on the run, but I felt weird leaving it behind. I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a cute tank top, grabbed my bag, grabbed all , and left the house quietly, never planning on returning. I walked for hours, leaving town alone and permanently. I walked down the highway until nightfall, and then hid out in a gas station bathroom off one of the exits. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up groggily later to a gruff voice. “What’re you doing here?” I looked up. There was a chubby man izmit escort in a dirty wifebeater and a ragged pair of jeans. His face had specks of food on it, and he had a lopsided half-grown beard. I looked up at him, kinda nervous. “Um… nothing… I needed somewhere to sleep…” I glared at me. “How old are you, girl?” My eyes widened. I was surprised a bit by how he addressed me, but then I remembered how I was dressed. “I… I, um, I’m sixteen.” “Young lady like yourself shouldn’t be alone. Where’re your parents?” I didn’t know what to say. “Um…” I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Dead! They’re dead…” I lied. “Shame. How long?” I hesitated. “Um, a month.” “Shit. Well, I’m sorry, girlie. You need a ride somewhere?” I got off the floor. “Um… Yeah…” “I’ll bring you home, ‘kay? You still know where you lived, huh?” “Yeah… yes, I do… Thank you…” He lead me surprisingly gently to his truck. He got in the driver’s side, wiped a few cigarette butts from my seat, and we settled in. He didn’t start the truck. “Um… I’ll tell you where to go…” I murmured.

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