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My Uncle Left My Little Cousin With Us For The Weekend...Or So I Thought.
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“Matt and Katie are on their way over. Get dressed.”
My mom left my room and I hopped out of bed surprisingly well-rested. Today I would see my uncle Matt and his 7-year-old daughter, Katie, who I hadn’t seen in two years. They never came around because my mom and his wife, Linda, weren’t too fond of each other. Way too much drama. He asked us to watch Katie for the weekend while he and Linda went on a vacation and my mom agreed to it.
I had just finished tiding up my room when I heard our doorbell ring. I went downstairs to greet my family and was surprised by how much they had changed. Not necessarily in a good way. My uncle looked completely stressed out, but was wearing a smile. His thick, black hair was now partially gray and he had bags under his eyes. Katie on the other hand looked healthy and very put-together. She had long brown curls, her eyes sparkled, and she was wearing the prettiest dress. She also seemed very shy. Uncle Matt gave me a nice long hug and complimented me on my successes. (I’d be attending Boston University in the fall). I knelt down to hug Katie and she took a step back.
Me: “You don’t remember your big cousin?”
She looked at me with sharp eyes. After staring at me for an uncomfortably long time, she started smiling. I focused my attention back to my mom and Uncle Matt.
Matt: “Thank you so much for watching her.”
Mom: “It’s the least I could do; I haven’t seen her in so long!”
Matt: “I’ll be back to get her around 8pm on Sunday.”
Mom:”I’ll call you if I need anything.”
My uncle picked Katie up and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a long hug. He looked as if he was about to cry.
Matt: “Daddy loves you so much. Behave yourself. “
My mom told me to show Katie to my little sister’s room (who was away at summer camp). I turned to Katie, who was still staring at me, straight-faced. I ignored it and took her upstairs to get her settled in. I helped her unpack her things and it was pretty silent the entire time. I’m not too experienced in talking to children.
I stayed upstairs until my mom called us down for dinner. I left my room and was about to head down until I saw Katie standing at the top of the stairs.
Silence. My mother called for us again and I decided to pass Katie on the steps. I reached the kitchen and was about to tell my mom how strange she was acting, but literally three seconds later she was taking her place at the table.
After dinner, I went back to my room and scrolled through memes on Facebook. I heard a knock on the door.
Another knock. I figured my mom hadn’t heard me.
My door opened slowly and I saw Katie’s small head come in.
Katie: “Nothing, can I play in your hair?” 
She got up on my bed and I sat on the floor between her.
Katie: “Your hair looks just like my mommy’s.”
Me: “Thank you. Your mother’s hair is beautiful.”
Katie: “I know. That’s why daddy pulls on it all of the time.”
I felt a hard yank and my head swung to the side cracking my neck a little. I screamed and got up off the floor and looked at Katie. She was smiling.
Me: “That wasn’t funny! What the hell is wrong with you?”
I saw tears form in her eyes and she put her head down.
Me: “I didn’t mean to yell at you, it just hurt really badly. I’m sorry. You can play in my hair again if you want!”
She looked at me, got up and went back to my sister’s room. I felt like shit, but the little girl was creepy.
That night I felt a hard slap on my face. I woke up and saw Katie’s silhouette standing over my bed. Before I was able to scream at her she spoke.
I got out of my bed, grabbed her arm and dragged her to my mother’s room. I woke her up and told her to keep her in there tonight. My mom was confused and I told her I would tell her everything in the morning. I knew she wouldn’t pay attention to what I was saying at 3am. Katie got in bed with my mom and I went to my room and locked the door.
I woke up and went downstairs to make myself breakfast, but my mom was at the stove already cooking.
Mom: “She’s still asleep. Look at this.”
My mom showed me her arms and chest which had small bruises and scratches on them.
Mom: “Katie kept fighting me in her sleep.”
Me: “She’s 7. How does she hit that hard. Are you okay?”
Mom: “Yes, I’m fine. She must have been having nightmares.”
I told my mom everything that happened the night before and she suggested that we call Uncle Matt. I told her he needed a break and it would be okay since he was picking her up the next day.
Later that evening, I was walking past my sister’s room. The door was slightly open. I peeked in to find Katie pulling on her hair and repeatedly saying, “I fucking hate you, you stupid cunt!”
I ran in and held her hands back so she would stop. She began screaming at the top of her lungs. I looked down to find piles of her hair on the floor. My mother ran in because of the screaming and asked what was going on. I told her what I found Katie doing and she used my phone to call Uncle Matt. He didn’t answer.
When Katie had finally calmed down, my mom and I took her downstairs and put on cartoons to distract her from whatever was going on in her head. A couple of hours had passed and she had fallen asleep watching Spongebob. Tired of sitting there, I decided to go Skype a friend of mine. My mother was in the basement doing laundry. After a 30-minute Skype call I went back downstairs to find Katie missing from the couch. I was on my way upstairs to see if she went back into my sister’s room when I heard a scream come from the basement. I ran downstairs and saw my mom’s leg bleeding. Katie was standing next to her holding a knife. I quickly snatched it from her. Thank goodness it was only a butter knife.
My mom wrapped her leg up and we sat in the basement trying to get Katie to tell us what was going on.
Mom: “Why did you stab me with the knife, sweetheart? You know it’s bad to hurt people.”
Katie: “I saw daddy do it to mommy.”
My mom and I both looked at each other with the same concerned expression.
Mom: “You saw daddy do what to mommy?’
Katie: “First he pulled her hair and called her bitch. Then he pushed her down the stairs. I waited for her to get up, but she wasn’t fast enough.”
My mom didn’t care about the cursing. She just wanted Katie to get the story out.
Katie: “He hit her with his knife and dragged her in the basement.”
We were both internally trying to figure out how to handle the situation. I didn’t trust the kid one bit, but my mom was buying into it.
Me: “It’s not nice to tell lies, Katie.”
Katie: “I’m not lying. Daddy told me to keep it a secret until Sunday. Is today Sunday?”
Katie: “Can I give you the letter tomorrow?”
Katie: “Daddy told me to give you the letter on Sunday.”
My mom ran upstairs and I picked up Katie and followed her to my sister’s room. My mom found the letter in a side pocket.
Uncle Matt murdered his wife a few days ago and put her body in his basement. He told Katie to keep the secret between the two of them. He packed some of her clothes and brought her to our house. He went back home and committed suicide by shooting himself in the head. We had to get Katie a psychiatrist, but she lives with us now. I hope she recovers from this.
Poor Katie. But at least Uncle Matt got her somewhere safe before offing himself. Sometimes in these situations the kids are killed too, or left to alone with two dead bodies.
This happened to a neighbor of my sister. The day killed his whole family (wife, 5yo, and infant) then left and killed himself. When they found the family a few days later, the 5 year old was still alive.
I did not see that coming. Poor Katie.
No demon possession, no ghosts, no children being murdered. So simple, yet so terrible.
It's really cool how "or so I thought" made me think the cousin wasn't who she appeared to be, but it was actually "for the weekend" which was untrue. Nice twist that.
Great story. Holy shit... God bless you and your family and that poor child. Everything must have fucked her up emotionally.
A little bit of a typo in the beginning
oh my gosh!!! so horrible! thank goodness she has good family to help her
Wow that is not how I expected that one to end. Dang that has to be seriously traumatizing
oh my god that's terrifying. that poor child.
Wow! Didn't see that coming! I hope Katie recovers from that and glad to hear y'all took her in and take care of her, she needs a lot of support but like others said its good that he made sure to get her somewhere safe before he killed himself.
Damn... Well written, intense as hell
Great Story,You Are A Wonderful Writer, I Did Not See That Coming!,The End Was A Shock..

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Each of us has his own approach to how he performs crossdressing (Note that I use the masculine pronouns because, as usual, I am sharing my opinion as a heterosexual crossdresser). Yes, I am a hetero CD and that will never change. Why? Because that is how I was born and how I will die. To me, presenting as a woman is an art that I try to perform as realistically as possible, within my limitations and capabilities. Now, being more able and less limited has no drastic implications in our approach; and by approach, I mean the way we perceive and portray femininity.
I have previously shared that when I began to dress in a more complete fashion, in my mid-teens, my approach was to emulate women that, as a man, I found provocative in a sexual way. I guess that we all go through that stage in which we think that women dress to attract men and not to please themselves and feel good. That stage did not last long, and I began to pay more attention to how regular women dressed, modifying my approach accordingly. We must understand that 99% of the women out there are not dressing to look appealing to men but to be admired and even envied by other women, while feeling good in their own skin.
What I have sought for the past 40 years is to emulate regular women near my age; women who are fashionable without exaggeration and who dress for themselves and not to draw men’s attention. Is that the right approach? I don’t know but it is mine and I feel comfortable with it. Even though I have worn tight minis with hose in the past, I have tried to do it in a fashionable and classy manner and not in a vulgar/slutty way. Yes, regular women wear minis but there is a way to wear them without saying “I am a slut”. As a matter of fact, when women wear a mini in a fashionable manner, they are almost invisible to men, if you know what I mean.
I know my limitations and work around them to do the best job possible. I fail sometimes and fail terribly others, but what matters the most is that I feel good and enjoy my time as Cristy while learning from my mistakes. I stopped trying to please others almost since I found my Mojo over 40 years ago. As a matter of fact, I wore the same hairstyle, the one with the bangs, in the same color for 30 years, until I changed for a parted hairstyle a couple of years ago and began to experiment with the blonde hair at times. I do feel comfortable with both new looks and will not experiment any more until the time to switch for a shorter/older lady hair style.
Here is a list of points that I do my best to follow in the art of feminine illusion (sorry for the poor formatting but this is Flickr):
What will you never see me wearing or doing?
Lingerie or swimsuits, because I do not have a feminine body and will never ever look good in them without photo manipulation. I know my limitations
Open toe heels with hose, because it is not fashionable (even though I have done it before mostly to hide leg hair). Peep toe heels are ok with hose, though :P
Old ladies’ clothes and shoes, before I become one
Posing in sexually explicit or provocative manner, because I am not trying to look appealing to men and do not want to disrespect women
Show my maleness because I am not trying to appeal to people who find that amusing or even arousing (I am not judging, just don’t share that interest)
Giving in to requests for certain looks or costumes. No bridal dresses, cheerleader uniforms, etc. for Cristy
What do I seek? In no particular order
Enjoyment while practicing a craft that not only satisfies a need that is an integral part of my being but also gives me peace, satisfaction and fulfillment
To develop long lasting and sincere friendships with likeminded people
To emulate women in a respectful and dignified manner, to the best of my ability
To inspire others in accepting themselves and finding ways to express this part of themselves
To share my approach to crossdressing and experience in the craft, with likeminded people
To show people outside our community that we are no perverts and have the same interests and ambitions in life than anyone else
Acceptance from people I care about and who I trust with my particular trait
To find ways to look feminine in a natural way, again, within my limitations and abilities
To improve in my craft, using the experience I gain to overcome the years I gain :P
To pass for a woman even though not as much as in the past. This mostly because it is a confirmation of a job well done
And yes, to achieve respect and admiration from people who appreciate my approach and skills
What I don’t seek. In no particular order
Male attention, sexual advances or disrespectful remarks. If I were seeking that, I would present differently
To receive complacency and/or patronization
To offend, disrespect or misjudge others in any way
Acceptance from those who can’t or won’t understand or take the time to learn about why I need to do this
To mislead anyone with face apps or radical photo manipulation. What you see is what you get
To be a woman, because I am not one. I play one at times but am comfortable with my male body and life
One thing that came out of the Covid pandemic for me, was having no opportunity to express myself through my enjoyment of cross-dressing I have looked deeper into my picture archives. It’s been an intriguing experience. While I did have a few fleeting cross-dressing moments in my teens and early twenties I then suppressed it completely until I as 41 years of age.
I will admit I truly regret giving in to my fears of my desire to cross-dress as a woman and know I lost two decades of expressing a part of me that I like to set free. In November 2000, I finally started to dress as a woman though I had no experience in how to cross-dress. My enthusiasm and inner desire though were enough to push me into finally shaving my legs chest and arms and starting to shape my bushy male eyebrows. If I’m honest, I thin the feeling I had was more desperate to actual go through with it!
I wanted more than to jus ear make-up and women’s clothes, this is what had me shaving off my body hair and trying to look feminine. I was driven, not just keen but something was driving from a deeper emotion. When. Was in my teens I was eaten up with the desire to dress up asa girl, I was disappointed I could not do it. I had a lot of fear about this desire too. I grew up in an industrial area where any kind of desire such as I had, to dress and act female, would have brought about physical violence upon me and caused issues in my family. It was a low income working class upbringing. I would dream most nights of being feminine, wearing make-up and wearing girls clothing. I was very envious of girls of my age developing into women. I wanted to be with them. Strangely, I felt I was attracted more to the look and behaviour of girls rather than an overwhelming urge to be an actual girl. I loved the idea of being boy that everyone thought was a girl. That illusion appealed to me!
By the time I was 18 a few female friends had started to do a bit of modelling. I went with them a few times and my desire just grew stronger. As I watched them getting their makeup done and a rack full of dresses, and to my surprise a lot of wigs, I was almost feinting with the yearning tone doing the same. The times definitely instilled a promise to myself that one day I would model as a woman. It was a long way from the industrial reality of where I was growing up!
I discovered during my look back through my archives a set of pictures from a photoshoot I did in 2002. I had decided o live out my teenage dream of modelling. I am a great believer now, an attitude that formed in my late thirties, that I should start doing the things I had dreamed of. It didn’t matter how delusional they may be I just wanted to actually live the dream I had harboured.
So one cold February morning I showered early, shaved off all my body hair, liberally applied moisturiser to my no
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