Blame Abba

Transgender-themed stories which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me!

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Part 1 - Well, I knew I was bound to be caught one day ....

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Thinking back - wow! So much, in such a short time, or at least it seems like that. When did it really start? I don't really remember the very first time, maybe when I was still in my late teens, I suppose, I was still at sixth-form college. Dad was at work all day, mother was doing her part time job in the shop. Living where we were it was a bit lonely for me.

In quite a small village and with only one other guy my age at that time, or nearly. Jeff was a bit older, nearly two years older, he'd left college the previous year. He was just about my only real friend, all the other kids were mush younger, 10 or 11, younger maybe. My elder sister was away at college, my elder brother Tom had moved away from home and was living with his girlfriend Mylene somewhere in the States.

I DO remember my first 'going out'. It was just into the yard at the back of the house. In late July, that I do recall, about three months after my eighteenth birthday. I had been ill with a summer cold or something and was feeling slightly better. It was the last day of term and my mother had decided not to risk it. I was to stay at home and not go to college.

It started at about eleven o'clock in the morning. I had been at home for six days on my own and I was fed up and very bored indeed. There was no day-time TV in those days, just me and some books. I didn't even have homework to keep me busy. But I had been watching a programme on TV the previous night while Mum and Dad were upstairs doing - well, you know. Dad was off on his business travels early the next morning so it was their last fling for a while.

The program was a rather progressive TV play, supposedly very trendy, liberated, new-age stuff. It was about a young girl on the make, a prostitute. I had no real experience of such events, not much of that sort of thing seemed to happen in our village. I don't remember the details of the story but I do remember the clothes, her in her undies, a guy 'making out' with her, having his way. But it was the clothes, the sexy underwear, the hair, big and bouffant etc. And the makeup, the nylons, the shoes. Oh those shoes! I was fascinated.