Jess lives at home full-time as Adult Little-Girl.

Many years ago, as a child I received a punishment known as 'Petticoating'. When I was naughty, step-mum sent me to my Aunties/her sister for all school holidays where she dressed me like a little girl (1950's style little girls short frilly Easter dresses), even style hair like a girl. Everyone in her neighborhood thought I was actually a girl. So from a young age, I found I preferred to dress like a girl and continued throughout my life. Nowadays I spend every moment at home being Jess. The allure of satin, frills & bows never left me.

So Jess now lives as if she is a single digit age primary-schoolgirl...naive, innocent & an un-corrupted little girl who has no knowledge of crazy adult stressful, worrying world and is a happy-go-lucky sissy middle/little girl. Below is a short 'bio' about how I became Jess...⬇️⬇️⬇️

 

* Most take same route...A few make their own *

 

As a kid, I liked girls stuff, I enjoyed their pretty clothes which I found cute.

 

I got bullied as not the same as others. I wore&dressed in what made me feel happy. Sadly my happiness turned into sadness, beaten-up,clothes damaged,name calling.

 

Yet I was raised that we were all equal.

 

Being a different race was accepted.

 

Being tall or short was ok.

 

When hurt we cried similar & we even bleed the same when cut knee or elbow.

 

Having gappy teeth was ok.

 

Having long hair,shaved head all accepted.

  

Yet because I dress in girl clothes&like girly stuff,just as I intouch with my feminine side, yet all the people who were meant to be equal,singled me out,chased me down like a pack of rabid dogs. Then, cornered&scared for my life, mob mentality kicked in.

 

The so-called friends, beat me, kicked me in privates&bottom saying 'look there's that poof, kill the queerboy'.

 

All I could do was to curl up like a ball&hope I survived.Luckily, I don't fully remember as in&out of consciousness. I woke up in hospital in great pain, covered in bruises, cuts, broken arm & smashed teeth.

 

I saw my mum, I saw the fear in her face.

What happened to you son?

I replied, mummy, I don't feel like we're all equal,

 

That day my life turned, I learnt self defence. Slowly but surely, I found the cowards 1 by 1. I didn't drop to their level of violence, but promised if they ever did to another as they did to me, I'd make sure they'd know&feel how I felt that day.

 

As much as I wanted to exert revenge, something inside me made me feel the need to educate those horrid thugs ,my so-called neighbourhood friends.

 

Sadly this ISNT a story. I'd not long turned 17yrs old. After that, I quit fighting trying to be someone I wasn't/or who people wanted me to be.

 

That day Jess became 100% me.