The Whole Package Part Two

I knew at an early age that I was sexy.  Or mayube it would be more accurate to say that I knew I could become sexy.  The beauty pageants I enter taught me a great deal about how to look my best which include the use of cosmetics at an age when most parents disdain seeing their daughter even playing with lipstick.

I also learned how to dress to show off my best attributes, how to smile (and dare I say flirt with my eyes), how to move.  Yet, it could be said  that in the earliest years this was all most a charade.  It could truly be said that I was essentially at this age still just a boy pretending to be a girl.

I say this because beyond having grown my hair out long, slipping into a dress and putting on some makeup, there was not a whole lot more to be a girl contestant in one of these pageants.

Now looking back on my youngest years, as I have said before and will most likely say again, I cannot recall a  time in my life when I did not enjoy the time I spent as Veronica.  While I am sure my memories have been colored over the years, what I remember of being a boy when I was much younger were period of unhappiness and sadness.  To the best of my memory, those times when I was a boy were spent just waiting until I could be a girl again.

As I grew older, the definiton of 'girl' changed for me.  It would not be entirely incorrect to suggest that one of the first changes I noted was  that being a girl increasingly became moe about the clothes under my dress and less about the dress itself.  For instance, I hated wearing jeans and a  Tshirt as a boy and much preferred wearing a dress.   However once I started wearing bras, even bras that had no real function as I had no real boobies, wearing jeans and a Tshirt was less of an issue for me.

Another way that my defintion of 'girl' change regards boys.  Now according to Mom I was always boy crazy so my attitude towards boys did not so change so much as it evloved.  There was a time for instance when I was content to give a boy a quick peck on the cheek or to recieve a similar kiss from a boy.  Then it became about making out.

Jon was the first boy who ever put his dick in my mouth.  As I would learn later on, not that much later than this first time, nothing I had done had been done correctly.  Or maybe I should say, I would soon learn that it could be done so much better.

Needless to say he got hard as soon as I put my mouth over his dick and he came even quicker.  It was my first time so of course I spitted.  I even said 'Gross, why did you do that?"

Mom said nothing when we got back to the picnic area from our relatively short walk.As we were eating our lunch, she reached over with a napkin however and commented that I had gotten some mayonaise on my shirt.  As I grew older I tried to be more careful about getting 'mayonaise' on my shirt or other tell tale signs, but Mom knew what it meant to be a young girl and I always senses that she knew more about some of the things I did with boys than I try to pretend she didn't,