All Comments on 'The Unlocked Door'

Lovely story. I wish it could be this easy in real life

Aww, very nice. I hate thinking back about locked doors, bathrooms, and basements hiding in the dark, and holding my breath. it's crazy how some of us had grown up like that. I hope things are better in the world, I know people are more understanding. Oh, and I loved your story too Leeanna...

You never know until you try. But do you dare to try? Or just stay in the shadows like most of us, regretting what we don't dare admit.

Acceptance at last!

Great start to what I am thinking, is going to be a sissy's dream, cum true...!

I always wanted my mother to find me out, but like a lot of others, I chickened

out... Awaiting the next chapter soon, I hope...

Hugs and Kisses Betty jo xoxo

I loved the story. Brings back memories of almost getting caught by my mom many times. She did find my stash of clothes once and was very upset. I once wore light makeup around the house and I think she noticed it but didn’t say anything.

Please continue this story. Love to see where it goes.

I think this is scarily accurate for a lot of your readers (me included), growing up being told to fear who you are, fear losing everything upon discovery & becoming an outcast. The real lesson is at the end of this part of the story: the people who love you just love you, no matter who you are

Such a sad tale. But, I have hope like many of us, the story will get better. I mean he survived his worst fears, and his mom hugged him. That part made me cry!

Thanks for the nice comments. I came out to my mother last year. She is a very young 85 now. She is fine and encourages me. I wish I had done it years ago. It is nice to have an ally. I did sound her out over a few weeks about what her opinions were on trans and crossdressing. She is very accepting for a person that grew up in the war.

I can certainly relate, I nicked a pair of my sister's undies one day and then my mom over heard me talking online one night. That summer she arranged for a buddy to try to pick me up at the beach in Wildwood. He was successful, I had a couple of hours of wild sex with him. He reported to my mom I was just experimenting. On the way home, she asked a little oddly if I had a good time hanging out with her. She never told my dad and was happier when I brought girls hometown fuck in my bedroom.