My Last Beauty Pageant

At the age of fourteen, I entered my last 'official' beauty pagaent.  I did not win nor even place but I truly felt I had rarely looked lovelier.  While I am wearing a wig (as we all did) and there is nothing more than a pair of falsies in my bra (probably not the only girl in the pageant with this secret), the girl you see here is the girl I had become by the age of fourteen.

The reason I had to be use falsies at the age of fourteen is not unrelated to the special panties I wore.  There were certain things I wanted to be seen (or suggested) and others that could not be revealed.  You see I was not born as a girl.  I was born as a boy.  (Or was I?  Why I am this girl at the age of fourteen may be compelling evidence that I was never truly a boy.

As I mentioned, this was my last pagaent.  Mom and I both agreed that I was getting too old to compete in pageants for young girls such as myself,  While I may could have continued  to compete, older girls had breasts they could show off and I did not.  And as an older contestant I would have lost the shield I got from always having my mother at my side.

I had been competeing in beauty pageants since I was about seven years old.  That I had been competitive for so long is one of the reasons I suspect I was still able to get away with competing at the age of fourteen.  I had won several different pageants over the years (or was among the top contenders) so most of the mothers saw me as competition for their daughters.  It most likely never occurred  to them that a girl who had done so well might be truly a boy.

While I did enjoy competing, and had only a few months before looked upon this last planned pageant with sadness, I had come to have a different mindset in recent weeks.  I had discovered boys.  And while I did enjoy the hours and hours I spent competing in these beauty contest, they simply did not compare to the fun I had with boys.

Needless to say there is a great deal that transpired in my life before this last pageant and I feel it is important that you know my whole story.

Allow me to begin my stressing that it was not my mother's plan that I would become Veronica.  I know this with absolute and complete certainty.  Yes, she did want a daughter.  And yes she was pleased to raised me as a daughter.  But she would not have loved me less if I had been a son for her and she did not love me more because I came to be her daughter.  The path that I traveled I traveled with her support.  It was always my choice.  That said, I loved being her daughter and it pleased me to please her as her daughter.

I have shared these thoughts because while I do not feel that it was ever the intention of my mother to make a girl of me, I also feel that I 'got the message' that I was suppose to be a girl. If this sound confusing, know that each of us encourage those we love in every smile we share, every laugh, every look. And while I know that Mom did not have plans for me to be a girl, I also know it made her happiest when I being a girl.

It is also important to note that while maybe when I was younger the choices were more her choices then mine.  However, as I grew older, the choices were more my choices than hers.  And every time I had a choice to make that between Veronica and Glen, I always chosed Veronica.  This included the career choice I made when I was older.

Now before I tell you about my last beauty pageant, you may want to know about my first. And you cannot learn about my first until you learn more about how Veronica came to be the girl she is, a girl worthy of competing in beauty pageants.