My name is Melissa (Missy) for short, and for a better part of my life was a part time trans. At work I was the feminine gay guy. And at home and weekends I was Happy, Caring, Loving Missy. Then I met this bisexual girl 27 years younger than me, who excepted me for just me. Encourage me to live 24/7. We had our trouble in years together till she left and moved to Idaho married a guy she barely knew and got pregnant. Then called me in tears, we'll she left him and returned home. I was now in a undetermined point of knowing what identity I was, but with a child on the way and her asking to pick an gender identity. Uneasy, I picked a male that matched the body, but never giving up the feminine side. We married and over the next four years I suffered with making the wrong dession. She at points of me expressing that I couldn't stand being a fake male, she said you can't change because of our four year old son wouldn't understand. I wanted Missy so bad I was to the point I had divorce paperwork to file. And one night out of the sky blue she said I want Missy back all of her. I was so confused, we sat up all night talking and over the next few weeks we have slowly transitioned Missy and our son says I have a daddy mommy well we do see a therapist to help with the transition. So Missy is back happy loving and caring, my marriage back on track as my wife says in freedom I love Missy and we are a loving lesbian couple. You do like it then we don't need you. I'm the luckiest girl alive. [emoji7]
