He Delivered Me from Cross-dressing

He Delivered Me from Cross-dressing

He Delivered Me from Cross-dressing I was born in 1959, I was never very good at making friends, I always found it easier to make friends with girls than boys. I sometimes played dolls with my cousin and would play dress up with a girl at her house when I was in elementary school. I was molested in elementary school. That event in my life caused me to block out the molestation. I have since forgiven that person. I continued to cross-dress and became confused about my gender identity. As I got older, I started dating girls, but I would always sabotage the relationship. After high school, I had a few homosexual affairs dressed as a woman. I was smoking cigarettes as well as marijuana and drinking at the age of 16. knowing I could get the alcohol at the liquor store because he sold it to minors. I never really got addicted to drugs, and I lost many friends and relatives to drug use. I got married in 1996 the marriage broke up in 2000 when she walked out. She knew how I felt about drug use, and she was not willing to give it up. I started cross-dressing again near the end of the marriage. By that time, I had been in the hospital for health-related problems. In

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God Sent an “Angel”

God Sent an “Angel”

God Sent an “Angel” About five years ago, I went on a “Girl’s Trip” to Aruba with my beautician for her birthday. There were about five of us, but my beautician was the only one I really knew. We all decided to go to the beach that day. The weather was beautiful, and the water was calm. One of the ladies and I decided to get in the water, but she ended up just sitting in the sand under an umbrella. So, I decided to get in the water and was going to let it go up to my knee because I can swim but I can’t swim in an ocean. I’m the kind of swimmer that needs something to kick off of like a swimming pool. As I was walking further into the water it was just below my knees and all of a sudden, I couldn’t feel my feet touch the sand anymore. Aruba’s beaches don’t have any lifeguards nor any ropes to keep people from going into deep water. I was quickly being taken out further away from the beach by the strong undercurrents. Thank God the water was calm, I knew how to tread water and I knew how to float on my back. I kept treading water and trying to turn myself around to get

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