I have been lurking for a while and only recently become far more active. I have more to my life, experience and past but as with most people here its almost the same. Puberty hit me like a bat, and I hated where I was headed.
I am Rita, a 26 year old gal from NYC. My name rhymes with Pita, but that's alright, a good pita n chicken will always do me right. Unless it is Peta, which are in ways too coo coo.
I was born as a girl, with a stick of Y stuck onto me like PBnKetchup it wasn't quite nice. So I lived out my life, happy and cheerful till puberty came n took all mah cooties. The hairs on my arms flowed gently in the wind, teasing poor Rita into a fit. The seasons passed and time went on till she punched her fist down and smirked at her arm. You hairs shall be gone, destroyed by the might of my doctors white mask.
More so than that for her body to change, and become one with her soul so her smile would never fade.
I have to say, the best thing I could have ever done for my existence was to brave up and see a doctor to start HRT. My life has never been better, even when forced into boy clothes I really don't care. HRT itself has made me feel whole, where SRS is my eventual goal.
This surely ain't for everyone. That I understand, but for me there was no option other than this. My life is important as I only live once, and it isn't my life if I aint who I am.
