The story of Sophy

I grew between my mother and my sister, as my daddy died whereas I was still child.

My mother was a woman who dedicated to the men a certain contempt, not to say an absolute hate, undoubtedly because of successive sentimental disappointments. Miserly of his demonstrations of affection, especially with me, I always perceived her like a cold and distant character. Until the day when it became aware, via my sister, of my passion for the dressing-up and my extreme attraction for femininity. At this moment, her interest for me started to wake up.

My sister , older than me 4 years, took to me in obvious offence of dressing-up whereas I was 12 years old. I wored her clothes, and my mother's ones. I was jewelled, made up, and looked as a ravissing young girl. The fact of being thus taken in fault deeply disturbed me, and my sister reacted with all the mischievousness of which she was able. In fact, she at once decided to take in hand my feminization. Under her direction, I little by little learned how to lead me, and reason as a girl, and made rapids progress. Clandestinely initially, then with the tacit approval of my mother who, when she discovered my feminine nature, found finally delightfull to have a second girl at home...

I tell my history in all its details - in fact, it is almost a novel - in my Private Space.