I can recall the first time I began to realize that I was feminine. I was five-years old and fascinated by girls’ clothing and shoes. I loved how they looked and wanted to wear them. I would watch my mom do her nails and get ready.
My parents noticed it as well. I would come out of my younger brother’s room wearing his old clothing. (My younger brother is a post op FTM so I was wearing his girl clothes back then.) My parents were concerned for both of us.
I dressed as a girl for Halloween when I was 11. Even at such a young age, I was able express to them that I’m happy as male who loves feminine clothing and shoes. Then my younger brother came out to them about how unhappy he was as girl; they took it well. It worked out well for me as I ended up with his old girl clothing.
In coming out for me, I had zero regrets. It was finally age 13 that I went fulltime. Mom took me out to get my nails done, including getting my ears pierced. I loved it, and I can tell you it was a great feeling the first time I wore hoop earrings. That first time out as Adrianna, family members could tell, and told me so, that I looked much happier.
By the time I turned 13, I had begun to be treated like one of the girls. My parents wanted to do what was the right thing to do, and they did. Through my high school years, I was accepted very well by my friends. Living fulltime as Adrianna, I would go out with my female friends. They would pick out something for me to wear. They helped me big time in a pinch, too. They took me shopping with them, even picking out clothing as if they could read my mind and knew what I liked.
There were times when I was teased and picked on, called horrible names, but now my life now is great. I live as a fulltime CD with my supportive wife, Tara, who I married in January. She loves all of me. We met three years ago while shopping. She told me that I looked beautiful and wrote her phone number on a piece of paper, putting it in my purse. We do things together, such as getting our nails done and of course…we go shopping together…