The problem with this is you have to go out the front door and then around to the back so it was just easier and closer to park on the street in front so that is where we put her car. Behind our house is a little ally way and there is a drive behind with a little carport. Now our house is an older one and both mom and I park our cars on the street in front, yes my mom got me a car for my 16 th birthday. I volunteered to drive it once a week for her. She told us we could use it if we would take care of it and run it once a week so it just didn’t sit there. Well it was just before Halloween of my Senior year when one of my mom’s best friends came over it turned out her husband had gotten transferred to Japan for a couple years, he was in the military and she asked mom if she could keep her car at our house while they were gone as she didn’t want to sell it and mom said okay. Now as I said I am small for a boy and over the years I had gotten really good at makeup and dressing up and I really don’t think anyone would recognize me or for that matter be able to tell I was not actually a girl but I could never work up the courage to leave the house for fear someone would see me. Wednesday became my day to dress as I was home all alone for the whole day as mom would leave the house about 7 am and not get home till around 8 at night. On Monday and Tuesday she would fly from LA to Seattle and back which was about a 7 hour day, Wednesday she would fly from LA to Honolulu which was her long day about 12 hours and Thursday and Friday she would fly to San Francisco whish was only about a 5 hour day plus once or twice a month she would get a Friday flight to Japan which meant she would come back on Saturday and as I was in High school she would let me stay by myself. Now my mom had a great schedule as a flight attendant. So by the time I was Senior in High school I had pretty much everything I needed for Graduation so I didn’t have to go to school on Wednesdays and Fridays were a half day for me. Having this secret life I kept more to myself but this also allowed me to get really good grades. Now there is good and bad things about this as there are with everything. It is funny as there is a girl in my class I really like named Jill and so I try to make my hair look like hers. Now it was popular for boys to grow their hair out which I did and wore in a ponytail and maybe mine was a little longer than most but when I did get the chance to dress up I could make my hair look feminine. I tried to stop a few times but couldn’t and so that was my secret life. Now being young and having these feelings is confusing as I knew I wasn’t gay as I never looked at the other boys in my class just the girls but it was more than just how pretty they were and that attraction you feel but it was also about how they looked, the clothes and makeup, I loved everything about girls. When I turned 15 for some reason one day when she was gone I snuck into her closet and tried on one of her dresses as we were the same size and for some reason I liked it, the way it felt and looked. I actually started playing with her makeup when I was about 10 or 11 and this confused me, not enough to talk about it as I have never told anyone. Oh I guess there is one more thing, I like to cross-dress. Well as I said I am 18 and for a boy I am shall we say on the small side, I guess I took after my mom as I am also 5’4″ tall but weigh a little more than she does. Mom and I live in an older house mom bought years ago. She lives in an assisted homes but she really loves it there. She retired from the city of LA after 31 years, she would have kept working but her eye sight got too bad that she doesn’t even drive any more. We live in Southern California and the only other family we have close is my Grandma who is 55 and lives just a couple miles away. She is 5’4″ tall and looks like a model and yes she is only 35 years old as she had me at a young age and my father I have never met as he didn’t want anything to do with us. My mom is beautiful and works as a flight attendant for a major airline. My name is David Johnson and I am 18 years old and live with my mom. Well I guess I should start with a little about me.
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