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Well, it's the end of 2012 and the beginning of 2013. Again, I want to thank my friends and acquaintances and fans for all of the great attention I've garnered this past year.

I still cannot believe I've gotten more than 100,000 views ... I originally just started writing and drawing to satisfy my warped little needs and express a side of myself that sometimes is just busting to get out.

I hope your 2012 was kind to you and that 2013 is amazing. Best wishes to all and to all a good night! :heart:


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Sometimes known as David
United States
I was raised by my stepmother throughout most of elementary school and junior high school. She wasn’t a bad person, but like most of us, she had her problems. The most glaring of which, I am sad to say, was a serious jealousy of the father/son relationship I had with my father.

I was a typical boy, I suppose . . . I enjoyed fishing and racing my bike and I dreamed of being a soldier or an astronaut. My stepmother’s way of handling this situation was to bring me into her world, make boyish things distasteful to me and instead make me do 'special' things with her, things that no boy would do with his father’s knowledge, much less his approval.

In short, whenever my father was out of town I spent a great deal of my time learning the mysteries of lipstick, nylons and heels, not to mention household chores, dolls and books about girls. It was rough giving up my GI Joe for Barbie and 'Spider-Man' for Nancy Drew. I wasn’t too crazy about any of that at first, but it made my stepmother happy and kept peace in our home. And so, I just shrugged my shoulders, sighed … and learned to enjoy my predicament.

Anyway, whenever my dad was away, I spent many a Saturday and Sunday wearing girlish clothes, playing the role of 'Daphne', my stepmother’s favorite daughter. Instead of shooting my pellet gun and reading comic books, I would sit with her and watch romantic musicals or help with her knitting or sewing or some other sissy such thing. Sometimes she would 'let' me play on my own, which meant I had to pretend to enjoy playing with my Barbie and carrying a purse around the house.

That was what I had to face whenever my father left me in the hands of my mischievous and conniving stepmother.

Talk about feeling helpless. :please::tears::please:

As much as I hated some of the things I had to do back then, I now treasure the legacy I was given. I have to say that if given the choice ... I wouldn’t change a thing.

Click here… to read my most popular story, Lipstick Discipline.

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COMPUTERMANMIK428 Featured By Owner 4 days ago
hello :)
cheryl2lynn Featured By Owner 6 days ago
Daphne you haven't posted any new drawings in some time and I really miss them.  Have you given up on them and your story "Lipstick" as well?  In any case you have been an inspiration for many of my stories and luv your work. 
Thunderninja22 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2016
*walks into the garden* im home im ready to be pretty now.
Daphnesecretgarden Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2016
Welcome!  :hug:
Thunderninja22 Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2016
Thank you
lacentickles Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2016
Happy new year Daphne, I hope this one is a good one for you. :)
Daphnesecretgarden Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016
You too, my sweet friend!  :love::heart::hug:
Seaarcher10 Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2015
Your story really turned me on.
As a side note, did this storry REALLY happen in real life? If so, why you didn't complain to juvenile justice, or at least to someone in school? Why you didn't ask anyone to protect you from your crazy mother? 
Daphnesecretgarden Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2015
First off, it was my stepmother.  :tears::please::tears: My mother was and is a saint.  She had problems of her own and could not do anything to help me until after my father died.

Secondly, yes, much of what you read here is in fact true.  There are some embellishments, but as a whole it is true.  I've actually eliminated some of the ugly things and focused on the more fun or interesting aspects of those days.  

Thirdly, that was a long time ago; the services we take for granted today did not exist back then and people did not have the awareness that we do today.  I told my father all about it, but She of Whom We Do Not Speak had him pretty much wrapped around her finger.  Besides, he was gone most of the time and when he was home he just ignored the situation.  He wanted a rough and tough football playing all American son, not a bashful, effeminate boy who read books and played dress up, even if it was against my will.  

Finally, thank you for the compliment.  Just so you know, while I was unhappy for much of that time, later I learned to appreciate and even embrace the feminine side of life.  I must say that it's been interesting and looking back I think perhaps it was all for the best.  
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