Hi Melisa hun
Enjoyed your story
I was in Susan's chat a couple years ago. I never felt I was a boy although I had to play the roll for more years then I should.
Fortunately as I grew up my mom knew about my cross dressing and she didn't mind or least ways she never told me she did. We were close, I loved my mom and she was my best friend and confidant as well as my mom. I never mingled much with other men except for two really close male friends that I looked up to like they were my brothers. For the most part I was a loner and really preferred it that way. As a child in public school where I never did fit in and was a target for bullies. Well this all ended when I met Hellene, she was a street brawler as well as a tom boy. Needless to say we both were renegade pranksters and mischief makers. We were both classified as odd balls or rejects by both the girls and guys. Wow but did we have fun running together those few years.
When I got to the age of 15 I quit school and ran off hitching my way from a northern town in Ontario to the big city of New York. I was lucky to have run into a group of hippies in a restaurant. Mind you back then unisex clothes were the in thing. One of the guys I was atracted to at the table with two girls and one guy I did on purpose sort of got his attention. You see back then I had hair down to my butt and with the uniclothes I passed quite well and he asked me to join them. Wow tall slim with longish golden blond hair blue eyes and and the hint of a goatee under this chin. "Hee. hee." reminded me of a billy goat.

) He asked me to go with them to this commune that was a converted abandoned ship in New York harbor. Any way as time went on we kind of fell for each other. they had me stationed in a dorm for other runaway girls.
I spent nearly two years there and then Hell broke loose and the we were raided and disbanded by the cops and and Jim drove me to the outskirts of town and told me to go back home that it was to dangerous for me to remain there. We kissed then I stood on the side of the highway watching him drive away in his Volkswagen micro bus. The one I had painted the graffiti on with my own hands.
Well it was going to be another thirty years before I would get another chance to again touch my dream. 47 years old I was in such misery that I began entertaining the though of suicide and I became anorexic. I was starving mysel to death before I just decided to do it. Just took all the men's clothes and put it all in two garbage bags and took them to Salvation Army and exchanged them for women's clothes, The next day I waked out of my home as Cindy and never looked back.
I have been Cindy for the past five years now, got SRS two years ago. I have been accepted by everyone in this town and most only know me and address me as Cindy.
Cindy