This is a true story, this is how mom come to know about my trans Crossdressing.
It was 1969.
Summer was going down the drain.
It had rained almost every other day, and my ten-week summer holiday was soon coming to an end.
Like so many other mornings I took my bike and rode to the beach not far from the village where I lived.
There I used to stay in one of the old changing huts reading a book, or magazine, or to just be alone.
To my mom, I used to say that I was going to be with a friend and that I would be home in time for supper.
But the truth was I had no friends, and wanted no one.