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Rodeo Girl
Date: 9/30/2023, Categories: Transgender & Crossdressers, Author: byCristal_di_Canta
Rodeo Girl This romantic feel-good novella starts with a young man who is struggling with feelings of inadequacy since his father left home. His mother supports him as he gradually discovers an identity he feels comfortable with. A summer job at a ranch leads to an opportunity for him to be Cristina Jones full-time and see how it feels. Cristina rediscovers herself and in doing so finds love, happiness and acceptance with all those around her. © All rights reserved, 2024 Cristal di Canta. ************************************************** 1 Mom's Boy It was just after my seventeenth birthday when my father left home. There were no tears, just a palpable sense of relief mixed with some financial worry. Still, to his credit, and despite the bouts of drinking and rage that had made him unbearable to live with over the last year or so, he had transferred the house to my Mom and provided an allowance for her to support me. He had been a good father in his day. Mom and I reminisced on happier times, especially our holidays, but whatever demons had turned him to drink had also eaten away his caring side and, when his mother died, he just upped and left to live in her old ramshackle house, happy to escape from whatever it was that kept him from being happy. Perhaps it was us. It certainly seemed that way, but we never knew. We stayed living in Oakville. Mom worked in a large shop down-town as a beautician and the owners and her clients were very supportive, allowing ...
... her to change her shifts at short notice to help bring me up. She always put me first and as a result we never had much money. These were difficult years for any young man, but particularly difficult for a rather weak, nerdy, short, skinny and extremely youthful looking one like me. Angst and self-loathing were a feature of every day and filled my life with a certain dread. There were plenty of good times, far more than bad times, but it was those few occasions of bullying that outweighed everything and often left me quietly crying myself to sleep. On my eighteenth birthday my Mom came home after a long shift and found me in tears under the bed sheets having had a particularly traumatic experience on what should have been such a special day. One of the nastier boys in the football team who nobody liked had decided to pick on me and cornered me in the wash rooms. He pushed me against the cold and clammy tiled wall and told me that I was a pathetic worm and would never have a girlfriend. Pressing on both my shoulders so I could not move he continued, adding that I was more like a girl than a boy with my stupid high-pitched voice, beardless face and weakling body. I shouted back, "I'm not a girl", but my fear had made my voice even higher than usual. He slapped me across the face making my cheek sting. I began to cry, I wish I had been stronger, but I wasn't. It was my birthday! Instead of making him stop, my tears seemed to spur him on. "You keep quiet," he said, looking ...