I enjoy dressing my young son as a girl. Are there any clubs out there for parents that crossdress thier kids?

Question

he is 1 years old and so cute in a dress with barretts. I always wanted a daughter, and now i have one!! Whos with me??

Answer 1

therapy groups, maybe. The only clubs should be made of solid oak.

Answer 2

There are those that are forced to get a license to fish -but all kinds can have a child ... And there are those who want children and can't ; yet there are those that can who abuse the privilege . Once , for fun , in a light moment isn't harmful ; but to rob an innocent child of his identity, is very wrong . Put your own feelings aside and let him be a boy or do the right thing and give him up to a decent home and let him be adopted .

Answer 3

Lord I hope you are kidding. Do you realize what you are setting that poor kid up for?

If you are serious, get some help. Now. You really are not going to be happy with the results in 10 years.

-Dio

Answer 4

There is a club if you want to call it that... I suggest a shrink for yourself and a social worker for your child. What is wrong with people these days? And you wonder why we get bombed and planes crashing into buildings, People like you. That is sick to do to a child. Would you like to see the father of your child in your thong? No! because it is not natural.. cross dressing your child in my book is just like molesting them. GET HELP!

Answer 5

you really need help.. you will confuse and embarrass that child. and if there are any clubs out there it should be illegal.
you have the right to do what ever you chose with your life that innocent child should not be marred with your ideals of wanting a girl. you should be proud of the son you where given.

Answer 6

JOHNNY CASH LYRICS

"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Answer 7

ah! what are you doing to that poor kid? Occasionally is cute but dressing your kid in drag all the time is just wrong! Stop dressing him in girls clothes while he is young enough not to rememer.

Answer 8

Yes. They're called prisons and you become a member by committing cruelty to children. You need help, love.

Answer 9

Have you everf heard the song, "A Boy Named Sue"?

Answer 10

You do gang bangs for free? Why not try that club? I mean, I'm sure some of your fellow gang-bangers have children, you can cross-dress them together!