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So the big day finally arrived, on June 1st Lauren moved into her own new residence. No more changing clothes and removing my makeup after work each day, I am now free to be her forever from now on, and it is wonderful!! I had notified the medical clinic where my family doctor is that I am transgender and was transitioning. I recently had a talk with my doctor and he thinks I may actually be intersex. Looking back into my life, I have always had feminine physical characteristics. I had large thighs, a rather large butt for a boy, very tiny male parts and was endowed with A Cup boobs, so I was teased and ridiculed when I was a teen because of those attributes. I was called ‘Muffin butt’, ‘Thunder thighs’, ‘Little sissy’, and many other not so nice insults. H was looking at my age group and said it’s quite possible your mother was on a prescribed medication that was used to ensure safe pregnancies. From 1933 until 1976 this drug, called DES or Diethylstilbestrol, was commonly given to women when pregnant. My mom’s father was a pediatrician so it’s possible he was the one recommending her to take it. It appears that many Boomers, of which age group I was part of, have come out and have been clinically affirmed as being transgender. Basically, while in utero, the fetus was being bathed in massive amounts of estrogen which accounts for the female attributes on a baby AMAB.
Whatever the true story is, my mother passed away over 20 years ago, so I will never know for sure. But the physical attributes I mentioned above have come in handy in providing me with a very nice shape for a girl, something I knew years ago while crossdressing! I used to go and have my nails done while dressed enfemme or have makeovers done, and they always told me I made a much better looking girl than a guy.
So Lauren’s new journey has begun, and so far it has been amazing! One of the joy’s that seems to have occurred is the fact that I actually seem to ‘pass’!! I have been out to eat, gone for coffee, to church, to get groceries, to a pharmacy, a dollar store, buy shoes, buy a new bra and panties, been to MAC and Sephora, tried on a dress, and ride the bus to work every day. My sister and a good friend tell me that I have nothing to worry about as I come across as a real woman in her 50’s, which is what they tell me at work. My voice now comes across as being femininely acceptable and what they’re calling ‘very sweet’. I have had new people come to my desk at work and only see me as a woman. We have a French fellow who comes in every other week to sell cheeses, pate’ and prosciutto, he addressed me as ‘mademoiselle’ and asked me where the other guard went who always bought smoked cheddar…I just smiled.
I will keep everyone posted as I continue on this great adventure into experiencing life as a real woman!
Love you all,
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