Veronica Is Always Seen As A Pretty Girl

When Mom and I are enjoying our time together, our conversation often returns to a familiar topic -- my earliest years as a girl. And whenever it does so Mom would always make the same remark -- "You have always been a pretty girl. From the very first time I saw you in a dress, I knew you would always be a pretty girl. And you are just as pretty today as that first time." It was the sort of thing all mothers say to their daughter. It simply had added meaning for me.

There are a number of reasons behind my life as a pageant girl.  To a certain extent, it was a life I suspect my mother had wanted for herself and by extension wanted for a daughter.  It was a way of showing me off to the world that I think both Mom and I found satisfying.  It was something I enjoyed after I had done it once and it was  something that friends of Mom often saw as natural for a girl as pretty as myself -- "She is pretty enough to compete in beauty pageants' they would suggest.  In beauty pageants, young girls wore wigs, too much makeup, dresses inappropriate for their age.  Everything about being a young girl is taken over the top.  So when I stepped on on the stage looking overly feminized, it seemed natural and appropriate.

It was easiest to be pretty as a pageant girl.  But it was probably more fun to be simply pretty as a girl. After a day of home schooling or on the weekends it was fun to go outside and play as Veronica. Needless to say I would often play with the other boys and girls in our neighborhood. One in particular I really liked. His name was Danny.

Danny and I were both children who understood that boys like girls and girls like boys.  As I knew I had to like boys, it was satisfying to me that I liked Danny.  And as he knew he was suppose to like girls, even if he might pretend he didn't when he was around other boys,, he liked it that he liked me.

There was another boy in the neighborhood  that was also quite cute.  His name was Philip.  One day Phillip told me he wanted to be my boyfriend. He of course knew Danny and he knew that Danny liked me.  And he knew that I liked Danny.  But he still wanted to be my boyfriend.

I learned at an early age that being a girl was so much better if one was a pretty girl.  While I had to tell Phillip  that I could not be his girlfriend, I also told him that if Danny and I ever broke up -- as if we were  a couple or dating -- then he could be my boyfriend.

I would learn in the years ahead that in this world men have most of the political and economic power. And there is nothing I find more satisfying than being taken by a man with political and economic power with a cock full of power.  But ultimately, true power rest with beautiful women.  If one is sexually desireable to me, one sets the rules.

While Phillip was denied that day, several years later, long after Danny and his family had moved away, Phillip and I were still friends.  However one day, our friendship was taken in a different direction.

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