I am the youngest of five. Boy, girl, boy, girl, boy. While everyone else knew how to escape on Saturday, I was the loner that had to do housework with Mom. That's alright, I had to do garden work with Dad (loved it!). It was one of two of her days off and she was a fastidious housekeeper. So I spent many a Saturday housecleaning. And I developed quite a skill of it.
Sometimes, I would watch my Mother get ready for an event while I continued to take care of things.
Sometimes, in her preparations ritual, she would parade around the house in full stockings, foundations, heels, makeup and the fabulous pro hair doo she had afforded herself that week.
Also, being the youngest, I was part of watching my sisters go through puberty and all of the makeup and clothes and Barbie's!
Oh the things my GI Joe did to Barbie!
Hmmm? I'm a crossdresser.
What's y'all's thoughts on this?
