My Visits To Northtown Mall In Spokane

A commonly heard criticism of beauty pageants for toddlers and even older young girls is that the pageants objectifies young girls. These pageants are blamed for the sexualization of very young girls. I can argue with these contentioins. At a very young age, it beccame important to me to be seen and appreciated.

Each pageant I attended was different.  Some were more talent shows than beauty pageants.  Others were more about the girl and less about her appearance.  Some were local affairs attached to a county fair or seasonal festival.  Others were the early prelims of state and national competitions And yet for all their difference, they all shared a common (lets use a very broad term) sin.  They all placed me in front of judges and I was judged.

While I did generally quite well at many of these competitions, I would more often than not return home with no trophy, no sash, no ribbon, no crown.  I did not dwell on these as losses.  I came home too often with a trophy or a sash or a ribbon or a crown to   attach to much importance to the times I did not.

However that is not to say that I didn't come to love the attention I received at each and every pageant, talent show, fashion show I attended.  I came to love the applause, the admiring eyes, the attention of  the young men in  the audience.

As such, I came to seek out over venues where I would get some of that same attention.  At first it was quite innocent.  I would go to a local MacDonalds and have a burger and glance at every boy who passed by to see if they were looking at me.

In time, when I was a bit older, the boys started to hit on me.  I would make out with some and later on going to the mall was me out looking for a dick to suck.  As much as I enjoyed shopping for a new dress at the mall, if I came home from  the mall with the taste of cum lingering in my mouth from a blowjob I had given in the family room, it was a great day,

As a girl sucking down a soda, or hanging out at the mall, or even one looking to suck dick in the Sears bathroom, I did not feel compelled to share my secret with the boys I meet.  It isn't like I wanted any of them to put a ring on my finger and marry me.  But once I started fucking, I had to be a more honest with the boys.

I consider it something of a testament to my life, to what I had accomplished, that occasionally we would get back to my room to fuck and the boy would be surprised that I had been telling the truth.  More rarely, this would be a deal-breaker for them.  When it wasn't a deal breaker, when he did go ahead and fuck me,  anal sex and  tranny sex almost always had a new convert.