An English Country Garden — Evolution of a crossdresser — Part 1

An English Country Garden — Part 1

Julius Braddock

I was sent to boarding school at the age of seven, and prepared for a world that disappeared long before I was born. I was given values that would guide me, and prepared with beliefs that were meant to protect me.

Each morning we would go to a church service in the school chapel, and we’d say The Creed. Here’s how it starts:

I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.

I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended to the dead.
On the third day he rose again;
he ascended into heaven,
he is seated at the right hand of the Father,
and he will come to judge the living and the dead.

I was a good boy.

Today I’m wearing a beautiful kilt, some eye makeup and a little lip gloss. My journey was one you may find surprising. I hope you enjoy it.

Julius Braddock.

Part 1.

I didn’t just suddenly start crossdressing. It’s a little more complicated than that. I’d like you to join me back in 1993.

You’re going to need some combat boots, and it’s going to be hot. That’s because we’re going to South Africa — more correctly Meadowlands, in Soweto. The township is in revolt. It’s early morning and the sun is pushing through the smoke of burning tires, and the dust that the wind carries off nearby mine dumps.

I’d not slept well that night. I watched the moons glow painting silver shadows on a monochrome nightscape. It was cold, but I was fine. And the day started as it usually does.

I’d got an early call to get into the township to cover the rioting that was expected that morning. There was an ANC funeral scheduled, which meant that the rival IFP faction would…