Becoming A Girl

This is a story how I became my step moms little girl. You see I had a very tragic childhood as a boy and grew up to become the girl I am today. But then again it is not so bad because for some strange reason it does feel very normal to me because it is the way I was raised and at times I have felt very much loved.

I was raised by my step mother because my father was left with me when my mother ran off when I was very young. So young that I don't even remember her, the only mother I remember is my step mother. I think my mother had a drug problem or maybe she just couldn't handle me or the responsibilities of being a parent. Either way my father was left to raise me on his own when I was just a couple of years of age.

That must have been very hard on him also but then he meets my step mother and they were married and she has always been there for him. She had a daughter herself and we became a family. My father was on the road a lot making money as a truck driver and I was left at home with my step mom and sister. That was ok also because my father was not much of a family man anyway. He felt like he made the money and paid the bills and it was my step mother's job to take care of the house and the two of us. He was gone a lot only coming home about every other weekend and sometime less. He treated the three of us very good I guess in that way but I would have loved to have been able to spend more time with him.

When he was home he use to buy my step mother and sister things like clothes and make up and such, stuff a girl would like. He also bought me toys that I liked very much like video games and such. I was happy to be able to play my video games by myself while my mom and sister did their thing. Mom was a little heavy but cleaned up nicely when dad came home and my sister was very pretty I always thought. I myself was always very self conscious because I was very skinny and felt out of place around the other kids. My mother was happy to let me occupy myself with my video games up in my room. My sister had her Barbie dolls and mom had her computer.