Growing Into Katey.Hi, I'm Katey and I'd like to share my story about growing up as a full-time crossdressing teen.
It started off when I was about five with a friend at kindergarten (She's asked to not have her name included). As far as I remember, we were doing the usual toddler stuff (playing in the sandpit and making Lego stuff, you get the idea!) and one time, she asked if I wanted to have a tea party with her and a friend. The one condition: It was a princess tea party. I accepted and she gave me a dress to put on. The tea parties went on for a bit afterward until we were six. I started at an all-boys school, and she at an all-girls, but we kept in contact, and we still went over to each other's houses a bit. I stopped being Princess Katey shortly after. About 5 years ago, when I was eleven, I went over to her house as I did on a Friday, and she was cleaning her room out, she found the pictures of us, me in my blue princess dress and plastic crown and her in her pink dress and crown, sitting at a little pink table. She got a bit excited and told me she'd be back. She came back, holding a pink dress and a blue frock. She asked me if I wanted to have one last dress-up party, and so we did. But it wasn't the last. I started to grow my hair long, and we experimented with styling and a little makeup, and me going outside with her as Katey sometimes. Whenever I went over, I was always in some type of girls clothing. When we turned thirteen, we sat down after I got changed again, and she said something like this: "Katey, I want to ask you something. I think you'd make a wonderful girlfriend, you act girly almost all the time, and that I think you'd be great as Katey every day. Do you want to be Katey all the time?" I said yes after a bit. The next day, I invited her over and asked her to bring some clothes for me. I sat her,me and my mum at the table, and said something like this. "Mum, I have something to tell you. I think I like being Katey instead." (My dad left, so it was only her feeding me.) She teared up a bit and said "Kyle", (My *shiver* boys name), "I think that's beautiful." I got into some of my friend's clothes and we headed to the mall to get some clothes for me. I got quite a few pairs of pants, shorts, underwear, tops, dresses and shoes and a pair of breast forms plus a hiding gaff online later that day. We sent my old clothes to the secondhand shop a few days later and I sorted my new wardrobe out. The stuff I got online arrived a day or two later, and so I took my boys clothes off for the last time. My friend and her parents and me and my mum decided to go out for dinner. I chose my first formal dress, a modest black one and a 1-inch pair of slip-ons. Me and my friend did our hair and make-up, and we went out. Over the holidays, I went out with my friend a lot, and I got enrolled into school with her. The past three years have been good. We've landed a couple of boyfriends each, gone to the junior dance and done quite a lot of girly stuff together (I have a LOT of makeup now!). Fast forward to now. We've both got romantic interests, huge wardrobes and lots of shoes.
Hugs and kisses,