When I was 5,6,7,& 8yrs old, I shared a bed with my sister, her at one end, me at the other. When it was deemed that we were too old to be sleeping together, I got moved to the fold out couch. Being in the living room, I had no privacy, pulling the blanket over my head was the best I could do. I slept there until I was 11 when a house was built and we moved out of the small trailer we were living in. All of the house was complete except my bedroom, so I slept on the couch for about another 3yrs., head under the covers. (Seems me in my own room didn't have much priority.) ... Anyhow ............Even when I did get into my bedroom, there never was a door, so privacy was at a minimum unless I went under the covers. It was calm under there, no parents arguing , no sisters yelling, no TV blaring, just me............
.... and my sisters panties, and my mothers slips.
.... There IS a calm under there.
Stephanie
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I'm glad you found a way to find some peace despite it all!
I'm not sure I ever would have!
alan
A common thread here lies in your story that I've heard in other TS stories. I bet you were first born male too....
Alan, since I don't have anyway of comparing my home life to someone elses, especially when I had this transgender thing already with me, I can't say if I had a good one or a bad one. I know I always felt like I was not as important as my sisters were, but that might be just me also.
And Girlfriend, I have 3 half brothers that are older than me, but I don't have a clue who they are, and there's no one left in my family that would know.
Stephanie.
Been there, done that, worn the slip....
:)
And sadly got caught a couple of times, too, which was why I ended up hiding down in the cellar where no-one ever went. I was only a little kid then....
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