The first time I got ma'amed was after being on HRT for about six weeks. I was flying to Las Vegas where a close cis girl friend offered to help me by letting me live for a week straight as a woman. I was presenting as male before I got on the plane, but somehow got ma'amed before, during, and after my flight there. My week with my friend was better than I thought possible, the best week of my life up to that point. Originally, I had planned to live full time in about four months or so, January 2012, when I could actually move in with my friend there in Vegas.
But on the morning I was to fly home I got so depressed that I wasn't going to be able to live as a woman for four more months I decided a few hours before the flight home I had to fly home as the real me, so my mom could see me once as Miranda. I tried to call her before she picked me up so she wouldn't freak out, but she didn't answer. She was shocked at how female I looked and very angry for a few minutes because she didn't recognize me at first and drove right past me when I couldn't flag her down! After talking to me on the way home about everything and seeing how down I was after I showered and got back into male clothes she told me I didn't have to move to Vegas to transition, I could begin as soon as I told my brother and nieces I was a transsexual, and I began living as a woman from my first day in Vegas with my friend and ever since. I'll have my two year anniversary living full time on September 7th. I only decided to come home dressed once I got ma'amed everywhere we went in Las Vegas, so getting ma'amed has had a tremendous impact on my life. If I hadn't been treated as a woman on my week long RLE, I would never have flown home as a woman, and my mom wouldn't have seen me to change her mind. I need to remember that, because I've taken it for granted that any and everyplace I've been to since going full time I've been ma'amed, save for a few times on the phone. Then it's just, "Um, excuse me, but I'm a woman..." These last 23+ months have been, by far, the happiest of my life. I doubt if I had 23 happy months combined out of my 57 years living as a male impersonator. My family and friends have asked me more times than I could count, "why didn't you do this 35 years ago? Hugs, Mira