Being Accepted As Veronica

Without question, with only the rarest of exception, at the time of our birth, we are all tagged as neither 'boy' or 'girl.' "He's a boy" or "She's a girl" are proclaimed by the doctor and not "He's a male" or "She's a female." However this tag, whichever it may be, is not entirely accurate. We are not born boys or girls. We are born males and females. What is the distinction? "Boy' and 'girl' are socially defined and 'male' and 'female' are physical distinctions.

Now admittedly throughout most of human history, this distinction between 'girl' and 'female' would have been inconsequential.  However,  the world is changing and so are gender rolels.  Whether one approves or not, an ever-increasing number of 'boys' are discarding their gender identity and adopting the life of being a girl.

We can argue about why this is and why some boys identify as girls, but going past the argument it is the way it is for some boys, for some girls.  As I have mentioned elsewhere, I cannot recall a time in my life when I saw myself as a boy.  I identified as a girl.  As I was growing up, I did not mimic the mannerisms and habits of boys.

 I learned how to be a girl by watching other girls.  As a young 'boy' of say five, it was just as easy for me to learn how to be a 'girl' as it was for me to learn how to be a 'boy.'  It is often suggested that the hardest skills for a crossdresser to learn are those of walking (movement) and talking.  I never learned how a boy should walk, how a boy talks.  I learned how a girl walks and a girl talks.

From day one in Spokane, I was Veronica.  I would be Veronica all but full time for the next five years of my life.  I saw myself as a girl.  To Mom, I was her daughter, her little girl.  And the world saw what the world expected to see when they saw me.  While I do not like to think of it as 'fooling' others, as a young girl of six, no one saw me as a boy.

And by the time I was older, many who knew me had known me for years. I had always been Veronica to them and they saw few clues if any that I was not entirely as I seen.  Being a girl had become some natural to me that as I grew older, the charade simply ceased to be a charade.

Maybe all of this goes without saying.  A boy raised as a girl is not all that uncommon I suppose.  I did however feel it was important to stress that as I saw myself as a girl, it was natural for others to see me as a girl.  This is particuarly -- and to my life story -- most relevant when it came to boys.  Young boys saw me as a young girl.  So they acted towards me as young boys act towards young girls.  And I acted towards them as a young girl.

As we -- the boys I knew in my Spokane neighborhood and I -- grew older, they had always known me as a girl and as their feeling towards girls changed so did their feelings towards me.  Eric and I 'dated' for a few weeks.  He was I guess my first boyfriend, but we never did anything more than kiss and make out a little.

Why am I reluctant to tag him as a 'boyfriend?'  Eric would take me out to movies and for lunch.  He was very sweet to me. Incredibly sweet.  I was already sucking cock as one of my favorite pleasures and I could not get him to sum up the courage to feel me up.  And when I touched him, he would pull away.   And he would do so even if I had noticed that he had an erection,  I wish he had let me go further.   From all indications, he had a big dick for a boy his age.