Sunday, December 2, 2012

Seven Years Old And I Find Boys Cute

At the age of seven it is not very common for boys to like girls. At least, not in the same way that girls at the age of seven like boys. However, when it came to girls, boys were often of two minds at this age. Around other boys, they hated girls, girls were yucky. However, when it was just the two of us, boys would often tell me that they liked me.

I feel it is important to stress that at the time I was being home schooled.  The boys I knew were largely boys that lived around our neighborhood.  They never saw me at school but they would play with me at the nearby park and in our backyard or theirs.  I was living as a girl twenty-four seven.  They had no reason to suspect that I was not a girl.  Their parents had no reason to suspect I was not a girl.

Now as an older girl, as a young lady, whether or not boys were attracted to me was largely sexual.  Did they see me as sexually desirable?  While this might be a bit unfair to these boys, I rarely dated a boy when I was older that did not try to get into my pants the first chance he had the opportuntiy to do so.  However, at the age of seven, I liked boys who were cute and boys like girls liked the girls who were cute.  I was cute at this age, nothing more.

I do not know that I ever really thought about what it meant to have boys like me and to like boys in return.  I can however recall feeling really good whenever a boy would give me some flowers, or tell me I was cute, or ask to be my boyfriend.

I also like it when I caught a boy looking at me, particularly on those occasions when I suspect they were hoping to see my panties. And while Mom had taught me the same lessons as any mother would teach to their daughter about their panties, I really liked it when boys wanted to get a glimpse of my panties.  I might even go so far as to confess that I went out of my way to 'flash' the boys, which is not to say I knew the term 'flash' at the time.

I feel it is important to know that while it would be a few years yet before I could be appropriately labeled as a 'slut,'
I tend to believe that many of my behaviors were consistent with being a slut.





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