It's the last day of winter break and I'm up in the cabin for probably the final time untill spring break. I was cleaning up after spending a couple of days up here with Britt and Ivan. I was whiping down the coffee table when my eyes fell on my trunk. It had a new lock on it that just last year I thought I would never need. 

I stopped what I was doing and walked over to the trunk. I bend down and pull out a little silver key. I remember Ivan asking why this trunk had a lock on it. The first lie I ever told him was that it was Britt's stuff. I unlocked the trunk and open it up. Inside is every single piece of female clothing I have gathered over the years. 

The new black and white outfit I had just gotten lays on top. Next to it is the angel dress from Halloween. Beneath it is a pretty light pink shirt with a ruffle in the front. Then a grey sleeveless turtle neck, a pair of black tights, a white minnie skirt, three diffrent pairs of heels, a lovely pair of black flats, a light blue summer dress, a purple shaw with rinestones, a violet dress with a flower pattern of rinestones, a long black skirt and a short one as well, a short grey skirt with a black heart pattern.

And underneath it all was that outfit. The one that started it all.

I pulled out of the trunk a light blue, thin sweater who's sleaves hang off my shoulders and nearly cover my hands. It had sparkly fabric woven in with the cotten making is shimmer in the light. Next, I pulled out a slightly darker light blue skirt that ended mid thigh. There was nothing that made it stand out from any other skirt. It was wavy and flared out when I spun. Next, was a pair of black slip ons. Last was a thin light blue head band.

Their was nothing too incredibly special about this outfit. Hundreds of girls across the world wear outfits like this all the time. The only thing that made it special was the memory tied with it. This was my very first outfit and the one that made me realised that I like cross dressing.

I remember the day that I got it like it was yesterday.

It was mid summer, sometime in July. Britt and I were running around down town while my mother worked. Mattie was at Gilberts playing some new game, so it was just the two of us. We were at a thrift store looking for new things to add to our cabin. We often come down to browse and buy. This time we were in the clothing section, just looking around and goofing off. I was looking at a pair of shorts in the boys section when Britt came over and dragged me back to the changing room. In her hands was the outfit. I thought that she was going to try it on and wanted my opinion on it. Instead she thrusted it in my hands.

"Go on. Try this on." She insisted as she tried to force me in to the changing room.

"But these are girl clothes. I can't wear these." I hissed in a whisper.

"Dude, just try it on. It'll be funny. Lots of guys do it at least once as a joke." She pursuaded. This time I let her push me in.

I awkwardly stood in the changing room with the outfit in my hands. I sighed and start taking off my clothes. Even back then I knew it was better to just do what Britt wants then fight. She has always been as stubborn as a mule and is more then willing to keep me in here until I put everything on. 

I put the sweater on. I knew it was supposed to too fall off my shoulders when I held it up, but it was still a little big on me. The sleeves covered my hands. Next I put on the skirt. Having my legs exposed to the world felt weird, but exciting, freeing even. The feeling made me take in a sharp breath. I pulled off my shoes and socks and put on the slip-ons. They were a little big as well, but comfy. Finally I put the head band on. It felt a little weird and made me have to mess with my bangs a little to get them to feel right. I straighten the outfit and turned to the mirror. What I saw made me gasp.

I have never thought of myself as beautiful, but at that moment that was what was going through my head. I was beautiful. The outfit was just a little baggy on me, but the sweater clung to my waist, giving me a more curvy appearence. The skirt showed off my long legs nicely. The slip-ons matched nicely, while the head band kept my hair in a cute style. I swished my hips and watched as the skirt flowed out. I loved the way I looked.

In a panic I opened the door, grabbed Britt, and pulled her in. I slam my back against the door and looked at her with wide eyes.

"What? Having it on can't be that bad. I think that you look beautiful." She said confused.

"Exactly. I look amazing. I shouldn't look this good. I shouldn't think I look this beautiful. I shouldn't like this." I cried, still in a panic.

"You like this?"

"Yes." I slid down the wall and burry my face in my knees. "I'm a male, I'm not supposed to like this."

"But, you do." She said as she squat down in front of me. "Either accept this and run with it, or abandon a new side of you. No matter which choice you make things will be diffrent now because you now know of this new side of you." She told me softly. "Now, what do you want to do?"

I thought for a while. This is life changing for me.  Somethinging completely different, and frankly, not easily acceptable. If people find out then some will think that I'm discusting. That I'm less of a person for this, and I don't think that I'm up for that kind of ridicule. But on the other hand, I really like how I look like this. I like how it feels. I like how freeing it makes me.

"I think I want to accept this part of me. I just don't want anyone else to know yet." I said slowly. I looked up at her. She smiled warmly.

"You got it Alfie." She said warmly.

I undressed and gave her the outfit. I bought a small pocket knife to cover up the fact that five minutes ago I was just in a skirt. I walked out of the store to wait for her while she paid for it. Once she was out we headed up the mountain to our cabin. It took me ten minutes to work up the courage to put it back on. But once I was in it I didn't want to get out of it. I spent the rest of that evening running around the mountain side in that outfit. Truth be told I don't think I was ever happier then in that moment.

I stare down at the same outfit. In the last few years I had grown into them better. The sweater still showes off my curves. The skirt still flows when I spin around. The shoes fit me better now and no longer tear up my the back of my heels. I can now wear the head band with a few diffrent cute styles.

Even though I'm still not ready for people to know, I'm glad that I embraced this part of my life.

I smiled warmly and placed the outfit back in the bottom of the trunk.

'One day I'll walk around town in my skirts and girl tops. One day I'll walk around with my man on my arm. One day I'll show the world who I really am, but for now I'll keep me in this trunk."

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