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What I've been up to - Part 1
14 years ago
Hey everyone...long time no see.
I know I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for a few months. I wanted to tell you more about what had happened to me, then things kinda exploded. I got depressed, then better, then worried, then...just plain busy. Enough putting this off, its time to play catch-up; and there is a lot of it. There is too much, even, to put into one journal, so this is going to be a two parter, maybe even more.
First thing's first; I am going to fulfill the promise I made in my last journal, talking about what Anu did for me the next day. That day was pretty much dedicated to buying me a whole new wardrobe. I had told her over and over again that she didn't need to do such a thing for me, but she insisted, saying she was the reason that I needed a new set of clothes to begin with, it was only fitting that she paid for it. Having my protests quashed, we went out to many different clothing stores that both would accommodate my new size and my need to slip my tail through the back in whatever I was wearing. To my surprise there were a lot more places that housed both.
Wearing a bra was a new experience for me, and it was quite a shock to see how big of one I needed. With a 68 inch bust, I was going to need a pretty big one. I was then fitted with something that the store owner called Fem Breafs, which looked every bit as girly, but was built to house my cock.
As for the actual clothes I picked out...well...I found myself being drawn to more feminine styles. I am not sure if it is apart of my transformation, or maybe...it was more of a feeling of being set free. Was I liking this? As I tried on blouses, skirts, and sun dresses, I found myself actually enjoying myself. I liked the idea of dressing pretty. It thrilled me so much, being this way. It was then that I realized that I...liked this....a lot. I can remember when I was younger I had thoughts of cross dressing....wondering how it would make me feel. Apparently I never really grew out of that little fantasy, and now that I was living it, I guess it sorta helped me become accustomed to my new form. "maybe I can learn to love this." I thought as I left with Anu that day, my new clothes packed up in the car.
Now for the reason I had been gone for so long... Well it appeared I had to finally come out to my family. I had gotten so many unanswered voice mails from both my mom and dad (more so my mom). So the day came that she would actually come to my apartment looking for me. I could have not answered the door, pretend not to be home, but I would have to face her sooner or later. As expected, she didn't recognize me at first, and didn't believe that I was her son. After revealing some information that only her son would know to her, it finally sank in. She just stared at me, looking me up and down. It almost looked like she was going to vomit. She...doesn't really like anthros very much.
I told her how this all happened, after demanding me to tell her. When I was finished she chimed in right away with comments about getting me to a doctor and having this all reversed. She even forcefully grabbed my wrist to drag me to her car to get this taken care of right away. I felt hurt, angry...and...scared? I had just realized that I...I like what I have become and the idea of having it taken away from me...I...I didn't want to go back to the old boring me. I pulled away from her and told her I didn't want to change back. I could have told her how what I have wasn't reversible and how I was stuck like this...but I was just sick of hiding, and saying that wasn't the whole truth.
"I'm happy like this..." I told her.
What followed was a 3 hour shouting match between us. A lot of hateful things were said, like "You aren't my son." and "Why would you want to stay a freak like you are?" In the end she stormed off after saying she was done with me. We haven't talked since that day.
I had later got together with my dad. My mom and dad had been separated for a few years now, so it was easy to meet up with him without mom getting involved. After telling him how this all happened and how I felt about it, he...still took it pretty hard.
"I...am going to need some time with this." he told me.
I left his house shortly afterward. We have talked since that day...and things have been getting better. He...even called me by my new name (more on that next journal). .
With all that had happened around that time, I didn't really have the strength to write to you guys. Last month, however, I got the spark to do so, but...other things came up. Things that I will have to wait to talk about till next we meet...and it will be much MUCH sooner than last time, promise.
Thanks for reading.
I know I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for a few months. I wanted to tell you more about what had happened to me, then things kinda exploded. I got depressed, then better, then worried, then...just plain busy. Enough putting this off, its time to play catch-up; and there is a lot of it. There is too much, even, to put into one journal, so this is going to be a two parter, maybe even more.
First thing's first; I am going to fulfill the promise I made in my last journal, talking about what Anu did for me the next day. That day was pretty much dedicated to buying me a whole new wardrobe. I had told her over and over again that she didn't need to do such a thing for me, but she insisted, saying she was the reason that I needed a new set of clothes to begin with, it was only fitting that she paid for it. Having my protests quashed, we went out to many different clothing stores that both would accommodate my new size and my need to slip my tail through the back in whatever I was wearing. To my surprise there were a lot more places that housed both.
Wearing a bra was a new experience for me, and it was quite a shock to see how big of one I needed. With a 68 inch bust, I was going to need a pretty big one. I was then fitted with something that the store owner called Fem Breafs, which looked every bit as girly, but was built to house my cock.
As for the actual clothes I picked out...well...I found myself being drawn to more feminine styles. I am not sure if it is apart of my transformation, or maybe...it was more of a feeling of being set free. Was I liking this? As I tried on blouses, skirts, and sun dresses, I found myself actually enjoying myself. I liked the idea of dressing pretty. It thrilled me so much, being this way. It was then that I realized that I...liked this....a lot. I can remember when I was younger I had thoughts of cross dressing....wondering how it would make me feel. Apparently I never really grew out of that little fantasy, and now that I was living it, I guess it sorta helped me become accustomed to my new form. "maybe I can learn to love this." I thought as I left with Anu that day, my new clothes packed up in the car.
Now for the reason I had been gone for so long... Well it appeared I had to finally come out to my family. I had gotten so many unanswered voice mails from both my mom and dad (more so my mom). So the day came that she would actually come to my apartment looking for me. I could have not answered the door, pretend not to be home, but I would have to face her sooner or later. As expected, she didn't recognize me at first, and didn't believe that I was her son. After revealing some information that only her son would know to her, it finally sank in. She just stared at me, looking me up and down. It almost looked like she was going to vomit. She...doesn't really like anthros very much.
I told her how this all happened, after demanding me to tell her. When I was finished she chimed in right away with comments about getting me to a doctor and having this all reversed. She even forcefully grabbed my wrist to drag me to her car to get this taken care of right away. I felt hurt, angry...and...scared? I had just realized that I...I like what I have become and the idea of having it taken away from me...I...I didn't want to go back to the old boring me. I pulled away from her and told her I didn't want to change back. I could have told her how what I have wasn't reversible and how I was stuck like this...but I was just sick of hiding, and saying that wasn't the whole truth.
"I'm happy like this..." I told her.
What followed was a 3 hour shouting match between us. A lot of hateful things were said, like "You aren't my son." and "Why would you want to stay a freak like you are?" In the end she stormed off after saying she was done with me. We haven't talked since that day.
I had later got together with my dad. My mom and dad had been separated for a few years now, so it was easy to meet up with him without mom getting involved. After telling him how this all happened and how I felt about it, he...still took it pretty hard.
"I...am going to need some time with this." he told me.
I left his house shortly afterward. We have talked since that day...and things have been getting better. He...even called me by my new name (more on that next journal). .
With all that had happened around that time, I didn't really have the strength to write to you guys. Last month, however, I got the spark to do so, but...other things came up. Things that I will have to wait to talk about till next we meet...and it will be much MUCH sooner than last time, promise.
Thanks for reading.
Keep your chin up Sweetie.