[kitty cox]

There is another thing worth mentioning there was a pretty blond girl that lived in the apartment up stairs to better explain I should add that we grew up poor and my mother was always trying to do things to scrape-by. One of her favorite things to do was to tell neighbors that there was a clothing drive for some good cause, and she would go through the items and ask me to try on anything I liked; I remember on this particular occasion, I picked out three shirts that I liked (now remember I chose these items) now let me finish the story about the cute blond girl upstairs. A group of our neighborhood boys and girls were introduced to the game spin the bottle, and we played the game for about a week and that was the first time I kissed the cute blond from upstairs; I wanted to look good for the game, and so I put on one of the shirts that I had picked out from the donations and wore a different one every night in the hope of winning the cute blond girls' heart. The shirts were a pull-over your head type and had a pastel checker pattern with very short sleeves with a white trim; there were three buttons at the neck that you could button after you got your head through. The following weekend me and the little blond girl tried a little heaver kissing on the front porch I think we both enjoyed this, and we would talk with each other in-between kissing and hugging each other that is when she told me that I had been wearing one or another of her blouses just about every night for the past week, and that I was wearing one at that very moment. I told her she was crazy, she told me that it was true, and she would prove it, she showed me how a girl's blouse buttoned the opposite way and how the one I was wearing had darts sewed into the front of the blouse. I just acted like I did not know how that happened, she sweetly assured me not to be concerned, she thought I looked cute in them, and that they fit me just right. We continued Kissing. I wore one of the blouses again every time I saw her come out to play, because she told me she liked me in them. We never had a chance to make out again apparently the reason that her mother, had given my mother, all the cloths for the clothing drive, was because her family was in the process of moving.
Take a breath with me and lets look at what was going threw my early sexual development, because I had this whole confusing thing going on about being punished by being put in a pair of panties (Note: Please see my first post) and this girl acting all accepting and reaffirming about how I looked in her blouses. On the one hand, I had been punished in girls panties that was both exciting and embarrassing and little pretty Mary Ann, saying panties were only for girls, and years later another pretty girl telling me I looked cute in her girls cloths, her blouses, this was both exciting and embarrassing and this was the same time that I was experimenting with the eleven year old boy that I told you about in my last post. If I put all these things to gather and shake them up' can you guess wear I am going with this?
(Early childhood development). I know this is a scary subject and many will shy away from sharing the early and sometimes embarrassing things that lead to their current sexual desires but all are welcome here and true freedom is knowing that your path was not completely of your own choosing and all that you have to do is to use reason and do your own thing and if any one questions your choices you can reply to them with these questions. Have you ever taken an in-depth look at the things that happened or did not happen to you? Do you want to share everything with me and tell me why you are the way you are? Are you so self assured that you, do not, think that you have any character flaws? And the final question. If you are sure that you have no flaws can you see that is because you did not live a life like mine?