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Very embarrassing but what the heck.
My mother loves to tell me about how when I was little, 5,-7, she "had" to sew my undershirt to my panties when I went out to play because I was constantly playing doctor with the little girls in the neighborhood.
(Never the little boys).
My first butch sighting that I have written about previously, where my stomach dropped, I felt almost like an out-of-body experience that gave me absolutely shaky legs and pitter patter of my heart; was when I saw varsity letter-jacketed Phyl. (Butch for Phyllis but no one called her that).
Her hair was slicked back in a ducktail and she looked tough as hell. It was more years than I care to admit but I can still see her standing in the hallway of my HS and I still remember exactly how I felt.
She is probably a gym teacher now.
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Last edited by *Anya*; 10-23-2012 at 12:44 PM.
Reason: Typo
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