The Imposter
By: nonono69@hotmail.com
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This entire story many years ago when I was 8 or 9 years old.
I was the youngest in a family of 6 kids. AND, I was the only
boy. My dad was gone most the time because his job required
him to be away for many months at a time. So I really was the
only boy in a house full of girls. I soon learned as I grew
older that if I wanted to play with my sisters, I had to play
the type games that they enjoyed playing. This meant just about
all my time was spent playing house, playing with dolls, and
doing all the other games and things that young girls would like
to do. By the time I was 11 years old, my sisters had actually
started dressing me like them as part of the fun. I would be
dressed in their hand me down dresses and they would show me how
to put makeup on and walk and act like a girl. To them, this 
turned into a fun game and if I wanted to keep them as play
partners, they made sure I did everything that they wanted.

By 15 years old, I was living a dual life. A boy during the
daytime and at school. A young girl that my sisters could play
with as soon as I got home. Finally, when I turned 16 the last
of my older sisters moved out to go to college. I was now the
last child left in the house but my mind was permanetly
damaged from all the years my sisters had me acting like a girl.
Even with all the other girls gone, I would come home and dress
up as a girl. One day I was caught by my dad and all hell hit
the fan. Within a few days, he had me seeing a mental health
professional and over the next year I slowly poured my soul
out to him about my sisters and how I had to behave to stay in
their good graces. Slowly he talked me out of my problem, at 
least the best he could. He finally thought I was completely
cured but I now knew exactly how odd everything my sisters taught
me was. I also knew how they had humilated me and used me for
their own sick fun and games. I now had a mission in mind, I
just didn't know how to accomplish it.

My dad kept a close eye on me but I was pretty much cured of
dressing up as a girl. At least I thought I was. I started
dating girls and because of all the things my sisters had taught
me, I knew exactly how to behave around girls and they really did
feel like I knew how they wanted to be treated. But my mind
wouldn't let me enjoy any relationship with any girl. Each time
I broke things off before they really even started. I was starting
to really dispise girls. They all reminded me of my sisters and
what they did to me. Finally one night out of the blue, a really
sinister plot came to mind. I worked on it for nights then weeks.
Finally when my dad left for one of his three month business
workings, I started to put my plan into action. I was 17 years
old now and for the first time in a long time, I dressed my self
up as a girl and fixed my face up nicely. When I was totally
done, I checked myself out and I was surprised how cute a girl
I really did make. I still remembered everything my sisters had
taught me and that night I ventured out for the first time dressed
in one of my sisters cute hand me down dresses. 

I was scared to death but I soon found out nobody could tell. I
had a body and face that easily looked like a girl and with the
makeup on I could easily fool just about everyone. I went to a
bar that I knew was full of girls that liked other girls. Sure
there were guys there too, but this was a LES bar and I wanted
to make sure I fit in perfectly. Everything worked like a charm.
Soon I was chatting with three other girls and I could really
tell they didn't know. They all really tried to make friends with
me because I was a new girl to the area and they were hoping to
maybe get closer to me. It was a perfect setup. 



  
TheImposter