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Rodeo Girl

... that it was because I always looked smart and my hair, which I had really grown out and had in a ponytail, always shone. I also enjoyed the same activities as them and had enrolled in cookery and the make-and-mend sewing classes. With hindsight I think the main attraction was that I was not threatening in any way.

With guidance from Mom and dozens of video tutorials on-line, I gradually mastered the art of makeup and could brush out my ponytail, transforming myself into that attractive girl I had first met after the day at the spa. I even had a new name, Cristina, and I loved all the different looks I could achieve, especially the more sultry ones with smokey eyes.

Mom, who liked me to call her Jane when I was presenting myself as Cristina, could not help but notice that I had grown up and we had a very serious discussion about me which was initially quite awkward, but was exactly what was required. It was a little like therapy, but it set everything on a level playing field between us. I was happy being me. I did not feel I was gay, but then neither was I completely straight. If I had to have a label, then I saw myself as pansexual, or perhaps asexual. I loved being a girl, but was also quite happy being a boy. It was complicated, but I think she understood, and wanted to help me work out what was best for me.

Mom encouraged me to explore my feminine side more and more. One amazing weekend she told me to spend the entire two days as a girl and I loved every ...

... minute of it. She had dug out some of her old party clothes from when she was younger for me to wear which were the height of retro fashion and the whole experience was fantastic. Despite our new rule, I did spend the night with her, but we were mature enough to accept that what had happened had happened. We had both simply let our feelings flow and things had evolved slowly, naturally and gently as we enjoyed being so close to each other. It really did bring us closer. When I was a girl, it was as if I was no longer her little boy, it was as if I was her new sassy best friend with benefits. It did make me wonder a bit about her sexuality.

My Mom had started going out socially after work and I was happy for her as she needed to get her life back and enjoy the company of her friends more than she had been. One Saturday evening when Mom came home quite late she found me in the living room watching a romcom. I had spent the day as Cristina and my long blonde hair was laying across my chest, looking golden against my black satin nightdress. She had been drinking and wanted to tell me that she had met someone and was going to start dating them. I was really pleased for her, almost as if she really was my bestie, and we hugged tightly. I was only mildly surprised to find out that her boyfriend was actually a girlfriend and failed hopelessly to conceal my pleasure at that discovery. I was not sure that I wanted a new man in my life so we drank and talked as the film played out to an ...