Hello everyone.
I hope everyone has had good holidays and will continue to have good days to come. I view the forums here at Susan's pretty much every other day. But I never really post anything. So I think I will start the new year off by posting a little more and getting to know all the wonderful people that make up the hotspot that is Susan's.
It gets a lil boring after past this point. So if ya wanna view another thread, the time is now....lol
Since I am not that well known, I will just tell you a lilttle about myself. And If you have any other questions or comments, please by all means, make them known.
My name is Israela.
I am 24 years of age.
I reside in the wonderful city of Las Vegas.
I am also Happily married to the woman I love for 1 year now.
I have currently been on HRT for the Past 5 Years.
I am Afro-American, 6'0ft (6'5 in 5' pumps, and damn proud!) 140Lbs and carry the measurements of 36-26-35.
I recently had my first breast augmentation last May bringing me to a full 36C. ( I have another BA surgery schedule for next July to go up to a D or DD size.)
Anyhow enough about me. On to the topic at hand........ I read alot in the forums about how some or most of uf are living in stealth. Our previous selves at work and our true selves at home. I will say that I live in stealth myself, and portray being male only whilst at work. i.e using male names and behaviour. Except when I work with my wfie. Who happins to work with me on my team. Any other given time, I am the busty lil trolip that I like to be. I guess the center of the topic is this. Can you naturally engulf yourself in your true gender persona so much, That no matter how much you try to hide in stealth, Your true form ALWAYS shows through? What I mean when by asking this question is...No matter how much you hide at work. or wherever it is you hide, You can always be seen for whom you are. Its pretty much like the reversed opposite of getting clocked. You pretend to be Male, But are secretly MtF, But get clocked as being a natural female. Gets pretty confusing. The reason I bring this up is because This is one of the things I experince on a day to day basis. Keep in mind I have not had any legal name changes or come out to my family anything like that. Don't really keep in contact with my family. Never really did. Anyhow, I am a federal officer for The Department of Homeland Defense. Myself and my wife are tasked with making sure there are no bombs or weapons on board the plane. We work with the public. And I do mean work with the public. And in the time I have done this. Whilst in my transition, I have gatherd some good and intresting stories to tell. But anyway, My job is the only place where I go in boy mode. or at least try. And it is getting harder and harder to portray myself as male. Its like I am transitioning so much to the extent, that I really do not care what anyone else thinks or says. And I just get ma'ams & misses all day long. Its really getting to the point where ma'am and miss are just common place for me; and have a really hard time getting that buzz from getting called ma'am or miss. I actually took a counter to work one day and counted the number of ma'ams I. It was something there other over 40. It is also getting to a point where my bosses confuse themselves and call me she sometimes. My wife often gets pumped for information by other co-workers as to what going on with me. But she respctfully and loyaly just denies knowledge of everything, until I am ready to come foward; But she oftens tells me to just come out of the closet and and tell people, becuase to many people are becoming to suspicious. When I had my BA last may, I had to come up with an excuse on why my chest got so big. Thank goodness for baseball injuries to the chest. I guess what i'm trying to get across, is that, if you were destined to transition. Then you are going to transition no matter how much you try to control it. Weather the process is slow & tideous, or fast and hard hitting. Just hang in the there and go with the flow.
I hope even a fraction of what i said was intresting in the least.
Until next time boys & girls,
xoxoxoxoxoxx,
Israela
