Well it all started back in the 6th grade, a Catholic shool boy during grade school years and then pure culture shock going into 6th grade at a public school, becuase my mother and father were killed in a head on car collision, and my aunty couldnt afford to keep me private school, Sad but true aunty couldnt realy afford to dress me well either, so i mostly wore the hand me down cloths from my two cousins whome i was now living with along with my aunty, I knew each day the kids in school could tell i was wearing hand me downs from my two cousins as well and they would crack on me like hell each and every day, "hey widow boy" they would call me, or "hey nice skirt dickwad", yes my 2 cousins whos hand me downs i wore were indeed females, arghhh it was tough, !!
I knew from that day on i wanted to be a bodybuilder, big and strong and man enough to wear a midriff, a sun dress or a mini skirt if i so desired!
and today im the proud to say as i sit here and type this im wearing my auntys undies and my cousin trisha mini, and their isnt a fucking thing anyone can do or say about it with out me unleashing the gayest ass whooping they have ever recieved!
That story is from me to you from the bottom of my heart! i call it a bodybuilders desire! lol
