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Years ago my cousin invited me to her wedding. She knew I changed, had not yet seen me as Sharon / female, but did not know I had my operations.
When my dad arrived to pick me up, he brought this horrid-looking orange-brown men's suit to me and told me that the only way my cousin would accept me at her wedding would be as Nick, my male predecessor.
I told my dad 'NO!. I am a woman. I do not go around wearing men's clothes. She accepts me as me and I go as me.'
Needless to write, my dad went without me.
I would have appeared outlandish had I gone as they demanded: long feminine hair style, very obvious 'C' girls (I don't go bra-less), holes for my earrings, ERT also changes one's body scent and skin tone to female, I had no facial and body hair.
I eventually learned there was a set-up planned to embarrass me with no place to hide despite this being my cousin's wedding.
A few years later, my counsellor asked me to wear men's clothes to my next session. I arrived as me in my female attire same as usual. I expressed the same to him as to my dad. I am a woman; the very thought dressing and / or presenting as male creeps me.
I long ago dumpt all my left-over menswear to Goodwill and had no male clothes even if I wanted to wear them for the counsellor. I have not worn men's attire since before I attained forever female (June 1985).
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