Cross Cuntry Runner I was always a skinny little kid and in good at football. But my build was ideal for cross country running. By the time I was 18 I was addicted to running, covering nearly 100 miles a week in training.I was born with undescended testicles and also had gyanecomastia, which means girlie breasts, I found this embarrassing in the changing rooms, but also strip in front of other men. Their attention made me feel more like the girl I wanted to be. I found it so exciting that I used Imac to remove my pubic hair and what little fine down I had on my arms, legs. I hardly needed to shave and used to remove facial hair with tweezers Away from the restrictions of home and public school, I was able to grow my blonde hair long. This was the early 1970s, so it did not look out of place for me to walk around in tight loons, cheesecloth shirts and sandals. The university campus was set in countryside and part of my training run was through woodland. I wore very tight white shorts, with a pretty white pantie girdle under, keeping my testes inside my body cavity and my penis flat so I looked like a girl. My training top was dark blue to hide the fact that I wore a pretty white bra underneath. I timed my second winter training run so that it was almost dark when I got to the woods. There I stopped to remove my shorts, leaving them in a safe place before going on with my run. On this particular evening in November 1972, I was about to take off my shorts when I heard a rough gravel sounding voice coming from the undergrowth: ‘I bin watching you you cock teasin’ little bitch. You are askin; for it and now your gunna get it..