My confidence was high now, but I hadn’t told any friends or any work colleagues. This seemed to be an area that was difficult for me to face. Some of these people I’d known most of my life. However, I had thought about it and an opportunity presented itself one day when ...
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I asked a lot of questions about myself, and whether I wanted to undertake surgery. At this time being T.G. was still a bit taboo, and the environment I worked in would have made it very difficult, so I stayed where I was. However, I was beginning to look acceptable and knew my s...
After my years of denial, I realized the truth. It came after being dressed (very convincingly, I might add) by girls I worked with for a party. I loved being female. The next phase was how to deal with it. By now, my circumstances led me to rent a place of my own where I could b...
It’s been too long since I last wrote to you. All of you wonderful ladies have showered me with love and compassion. Thank you so much for that. However, it seems that I only come to you when my heart is broken or when I don’t know how to cope with my secrets. Eightee...
I am sitting here, having a nice glass of wine, contemplating my future. I am a torn individual. OK with my male life, yet wanting more. I just feel more alive when I am April, yet I am so self conscious of my appearance. I know I do not pass and while I am OK going out part time...
I am writing this at the end of the best 4 days of my life. This is not a statement I make with abandon, rather I make it with the most careful deliberation. On Wednesday, 5 minutes before noon, I left to go see my family for the first time in five years. I had come out to them a...
After my ramblings about my early years, I am continuing on my next stage…Puberty. As a teenager, I’d outgrown any clothes that I had access to, and I still lived at home. I was a young male with testosterone coursing throughout his body. My friends and activities were ve...
My mother wanted a girl when I was born. My mom put tights on me on for a family picture day. From then on, I knew that I was supposed to be a girl. I started out dressing in my grandmother’s dress. All dressed up made me feel human. My desire to crossdress went away for se...
It’s been many months since I’d last seen my therapist; her name is Kelly. She’s one of us, and she’s great at making me feel comfortable in acknowledging who I am. But… she said that it’s time to tell my wife. I know that I need to; I’m sure...
