GRABBING THE RING!
MELODIE'S FIRST ENCOUNTER -- An alternative to a life of crime
Then my aunt started giving my mother her daughter's party
dresses with crinoline slips and tulle and lacy panties, and I got so use to
them - I actually began to hate my boy's clothing. I would rush home from
school and change immediately. I had a closet full of the dresses.
This went on till my fourteenth birthday or soon after. I used to baby sit other kids, and on couple of occasions I did dress as a girl by request of the child's mother.
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