Hey, so I wanted to share my story. It isn't as bad like some people's, actual it really isn't bad at all. About me my biological name is Cienna/my middle name is Diamond, biologically speaking I am a female, I'm 17 years old, and am in 11grade. Nobody knew if I was gonna be a girl or a boy, until I popped out of the oven as a girl. My mom would dress me up in girly clothes and dresses. That is until I started dressing myself, I started wearing boy clothes. My mom and I would get into arguements about how I dressed and act. She would say things like; you don't have boy parts, boys do that not girls, you're going to have to change, etc. I never listen to her about that, and she soon gave in. She started buying me more boy clothes, and allowing me to act like a boy. My family is really religious (Christians). I went to a Christian school from ages 3 to 11. During that time everyone knew me as a boy; teachers called me young man, older guys called me little, older girls called me baby boy, and kids my age just knew me as one. When I was 3 to 5 we had a dress code girls skirt/dress, boys pants both with the required school shirt. That rule changed when I turned 6, they allowed girls to wear pants/skirts/dresses you bet anything I wore pants. I remember they gave out awards out at the end of every year. They split the gender up yet the gave out the same award for both genders. Every year I won fearless for the guys (I did some crazy things for my age). When I was 5 to 7 years old I felt bad that my couldn't have the girl they wanted, so for those years I aloud her to put me in a dress for Easter, and for the school graduation ceremony. My parents soon put me in public school. I joined near the end of 5th grade, and I was there all of 6th grade. During those years I was bullied for how I looked, I still dressed and acted they same way I wanted to. Although I had to accept the fact that I was a girl (elementary school). Then my 7th and 8th grade years I ended up becoming friends with my bullies and other people (junior high). Then came 9th grade I ended up meeting this girl and falling for her right away (I told my close friends how I was lesbian and about her). 10th grade I still liked her so I told her (by this time everyone at school knew). 11th grade I still like her and she won't speak to me and I have to idea why (my family found at the beginning of the year) (highschool). That's a whole different story. Anyways, I came out lesbian yet it didn't feel right to be calles one. Although every time through out my life when I looked at the mirror I hated what I saw, I didn't like how my body was or looked. I had always seen myself as a man. I now know that I am a transman and totally accept it. The only people who know is my close friends, I plan to tell my parents in a couple of days. I have yet to think of my male name, and have people use male pronouns. I know this is a huge step to make, and I'm ready for it I'm not afraid. I want to be happy inside and out.
