How I became a cute femboy CD

I love dressing and as I mentioned I dress at any chance I can. It just feels more natural to me. Right now about the only time I am not dressed as a girl is when I go to class. As soon as I get home I change out of boy clothes, put on some girl pajamas if I am staying in, put on makeup sometimes just to hang around my apartment. I live in an apartment off campus and have two roommates, both of which are guys and both are very straight, but also very accepting of me. They tease me some in good fun about dressing and even give me compliments but it’s in good fun. A shame they are straight because one is very hot but very off limits lol. Well enough about me, let’s get to my story.

Ever since I was eight when my mom and dad got divorced my mom, sister, and myself lived in an apartment complex. It was a nice complex but nothing fancy, just nice and middle class. Growing up we had friends who lived in the complex or the houses next to the complex and it was nice. My mom worked two jobs to support us and she always found someone in the complex whose apartment my sister and I would go to after school or have someone “sit” with us the times she had to work at night with her second job. We were not poor as in any food in the kitchen, no clothes on our backs, etc. but at times my mom did struggle and would have to borrow money from her parents to pay an electric bill for the month or something. We didn’t have cable television until I was seventeen. Over all we had it okay and it was not too bad. Then we started growing up and things turned a little.

When I was 13 and my sister was almost 15 got into some trouble at school and home. She was hanging out with the “wrong” people and drinking and smoking weed so my mother packed her off to live with my grandparents in the next state. I was sad because my sister and I were close but the path she was headed on it was for the best. It was not like we never saw her. She would visit and we would visit her. So I was 13 and my mother decided I could stay home alone since I was the “good one” of her kids. I was really; I was such a little goodie, goodie and never got in trouble and always obeyed the rules. So I became a “latch key” kid.