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Does anybody have any funny stories from when you were younger that was related to being trans?

For example, when I was 10 I got a haircut and my classmates thought I looked like this semi-known guy Jimmy Jansson, who was a singer (maybe he still is, I dunno) and so they started calling me Jimmy. And at another time, when I was probably around 11, me and some of my friends decided that we should use male names, instead of our birthnames. If I remember correctly, my chosen male name was Elias.  ;D

So anybody else got any funny stories like this?

hmm I dont know if there funny?

my first childhood memory related to the topic where when I where around 4 I guess?and the girls where on a line shouting they where the best while the guys said they where the best, I where on the guys line and the teacher asked me why I didnt join the girls and I answred something like "no guys are more cool"

later on school I got some scolding by my teacher for saying I where a boy in english class and calling myself by a boy name, I told my childhood-boyfriend at that time that I wanted to be a boy and he said, he also wanted to be a girl because Girls always had it that easy since they got spoiled alot from the female teachers.

I have a few memories, but mostly memories of dreams. My very first memory, is a dream, I was looking down at myself in my crib, and I felt disconnected. I knew it was me, but it didn't feel like me. I don't remember anything earlier than that dream, which, according to my mother, I had when I was two. When I was 4, I wanted to be "like my daddy" and I knew I wasn't meant to be in the body I was in, I even stood over the toilet! xD
And again, dreams, everytime I had a dream where I was in my female body, it was third person, I was watching myself. And everytime I had a first person dream, I was male and had a penis just like my dad and my brothers. Actually, I even traded my barbies for my brothers' hotwheels and Rescue Heroes. When I told my mom I wanted hotwhees and rescue heros, she got me a pink hotwheel and female rescue heroes. I can honestly say, I don't think I'd ever been so disappointed before.
I even liked using the teacher's bathroom in elementary school, and used it every chance I got.
When I was little my mom put me in girls scouts and when I didn't like it I asked her if I could be in boy scouts instead, she laughed at me... :'c

Many memories and nearly all very painful ones. Remember being shouted at by my late dad for dressing up aged four or five, being sent to child psychiatrist because of my behaviour, being sent to boarding school aged eight and begging the school nurse to give me a pill that would let me be a girl and many more.

Really, really, bad memories, it was like being outed from way back then, everyone knew, family, teachers, relatives, kids, doctors and more. It traumatised me for many years, we lived in the countryside, things were very backward and it stopped me transitioning when I should have. Instead I ran away to another country, couldn't face myself and compensated by going out with girls I wanted to be. Messed up stuff.

oops, FTM, so sorry guys :)

Yeah, I can't recall any "funny" ones or modestly humorous ones...

One of my first memories of being rejected by other girls was in 3rd grade. A small pack of girls was talking about their horse riding lessons and since I had spent a lot of time around horses I figured that could be my "in" on the "crowd" I wanted to spend my time with...

All it took was one of the girls to be all "ugh, your a boy what do you know about horses" for me to realize my life was going to be a living hell.

And yeah, I know this is in the FtM side but we're all in the same boat just about, I just want to use the bathroom you guys don't want to use.

I was just thinking about this yesterday! :D
A couple facts about younger me: I would wrestle with my brother all the time. We loved watching Nascar together (my childhood hero was Jeff Gordon). I begged my mother to let me play football. Then I wanted to be in Boy Scouts. When my mother gave me a box of clothes I could use to play "dress-up" I got confused and had to ask her what I was supposed to do with each item, and ended up not touching most of it. What I did use, I used for the wrong purposes.

I also have four stories I find somewhat amusing in hindsight.

One: I have an older brother. When we were little, we were very active and would play around outside a LOT. I live in a very hot place. One summer was particularly hot and my brother asked if he could take his shirt off, and my mother said yes. I, of course, then asked the same thing, and also received the answer of yes, so I peeled off my shirt and threw it down. My brother was shocked. His jaw dropped open and he shouted, "But you're a girl!" My response, "Our chests look the same!" And then we just continued playing and wrestling.

Two: When I was even younger than that, so young that I didn't know anything about anatomy and had never thought of how boys or girls were defferent body wise, I heard somewhere that boys pee standing up. For the next few weeks, I tried to do so every time. After a lot of awkward maneuvering, I actually managed to find a position that worked, but it was extremely uncomfortable (I was small, short, and trying to avoid bumping any part of my legs or clothing into the toilet), so I reluctantly decided it wasn't worth it.

Three: This one, I don't actually remember, but I've heard the tale repeated enough times by my confused parents, that I know what happened. Apparently I discovered at some point during preschool that boys and girls had different anatomy because I announced to my preschool class that my brother had a penis. Then I drew a picture of my family naked. The teacher was confused and concerned, so she talked to my parents. My parents were confused because (as my mother says), "We don't look at ourselves naked, much less each other." And I was very confused as to why anyone had a problem with what I had done.

Four: One day during preschool I was working on some sort of craft project that involved cutting things, so I took my scissors and cut off a large chunk of my hair, because I wanted short hair. Then I got embarassed so I tried to hide all the hair under the table. It didn't work.

I remember one distinctly. When I was really young, like 4, I remember seeing my brother peeing standing up (don't ask). I decided that I was going to do the exact same thing! Despite the fact that I'm short now, I was a freakishly tall child. I just stopped growing sometime in middle school. Ok, back to the story XP. Despite having that help, I could not maneuver any way to do the same thing. I remember my mom seeing me cry my eyes out. When she asked me what was wrong, I told her I couldn't "pee like a boy". My poor mother couldn't stop laughing long enough to comfort me.

I have a rather embarrassing but, in hindsight, rather understandable one...

When I was just emerging from childhood into puberty and started to develop breasts, I was adamant - absolutely adamant, I tell you - that they shouldn't be there.  I informed my Mum that I thought I might have cancerous growths of some kind, and forced her to take me to the doctor's.  When she attempted to gently explain that this was the way girls' bodies changed during adolescence, I was having none of it, and kicked up a fuss until she took me (which was rather uncharacteristic of me, as I was in main a quiet and not-at-all-bothersome child, lol).  When we got to the Doctor's, of course, he had a look at my chest and said, in so many words, 'Well, yes.  They're boobs.'

I recall still not being entirely satisfied.

Quote from: mimpi on September 09, 2011, 08:31:05 PM
Many memories and nearly all very painful ones. Remember being shouted at by my late dad for dressing up aged four or five, being sent to child psychiatrist because of my behaviour, being sent to boarding school aged eight and begging the school nurse to give me a pill that would let me be a girl and many more.

Really, really, bad memories, it was like being outed from way back then, everyone knew, family, teachers, relatives, kids, doctors and more. It traumatised me for many years, we lived in the countryside, things were very backward and it stopped me transitioning when I should have. Instead I ran away to another country, couldn't face myself and compensated by going out with girls I wanted to be. Messed up stuff.

oops, FTM, so sorry guys :)

I think it rather sad how transgender people tend to be scolded as a kid for these thigns..

Quote from: Darth_Taco on September 10, 2011, 02:39:45 AM
I remember one distinctly. When I was really young, like 4, I remember seeing my brother peeing standing up (don't ask). I decided that I was going to do the exact same thing! Despite the fact that I'm short now, I was a freakishly tall child. I just stopped growing sometime in middle school. Ok, back to the story XP. Despite having that help, I could not maneuver any way to do the same thing. I remember my mom seeing me cry my eyes out. When she asked me what was wrong, I told her I couldn't "pee like a boy". My poor mother couldn't stop laughing long enough to comfort me.

From the other side of the fence...

When little boys are being potty trained, there's a cup that latches on to the front of the toilet seat because either a) the boy doesn't know to hold his penis down so it faces into the bowl, b) the boy lacks the dexterity to perform this action successfully, or c) it's simply too small to be pointed down into the bowl.  So the cup is designed to catch water that sprays outward instead of downward.

I was 5 years old and thinking back on the cup, and I was convinced the cup was there in my case because I didn't have a penis at potty training age and so I couldn't aim.  In fact, I have weird psudo-memories of potty training in which I have nothing down there, and I've had those memories my entire life, even from before I consciously knew the difference between boys and girls (which is what tends to happen when you're an only child for a long time).  I wondered if every boy grew it later in life like I did.  So I asked my mom how they could tell the difference between boys and girls at birth, and she told me that boys had a penis and girls didn't.

And yet it still didn't convince me that I was born with it because my "memories" knew otherwise.  It still didn't seem fair to me that my once-perfect body was ruined by a growth that I really didn't want.

It's not very funny,
But I do remember being five and saying to my mother, "Mommy, why can't I be a boy?"
She stared at me like O____O; and walked away. She says that she doesn't remember.

...For a funny story though,
I'll say this, which wouldn't have happened if I'd been born a boy.
I was in second grade, and mother sent me to school in a large fluffy Easter skirt. During class, we played silent ball on the desks. As fate would have it, the desk in front of mine had a leak in the ceiling above it, so the teacher put the garbage can under it. I was facing away from the garbage can (I think you know where this is going) And I was daydreaming, so I didn't notice when someone through the ball at me, believe it or not, I caught it, but I was so surprised that I flew backwards into the trash. My skirt flew up and I distinctly remember trying to fix it. My teacher laughed and I just sat there, stuck until he pulled me out. For the rest of my grade school years...I was known as 'trashcan,'

Another post from the other side.

Wow, there's so many I don't know where to start, I guess chronologically.

When I was 2 or 3 (I don't remember this time) but I would wear my mom's heels. I was apparently insistent on wearing them and there is a picture somewhere of me wearing them (although my mom probably burned it after I came out  :-\ )

Just before my fifth birthday (I was born in December and this is my earliest memory) my family was visiting my grandparent out of state. We all went to Wal-mart for something, and as we walked around, I saw what I wanted to be for Halloween. I pointed at (if I recall correctly) a Snow White costume complete with make-up and tiara. I was then disappointed to find out that "boys don't wear those." This is also the first time in my life I realized there was a difference between boys and girls and wouldn't know about genitalia difference until maybe 10 (yeah, sheltered life. Religious folks).

I guess next would be that I realized women went pee sitting down. So from about 5-6 I would do the same. I can't remember why I stopped, maybe I got caught by family and was told not to, or maybe I went at school and was made fun of.  :embarrassed:

Next would be in kindergarten, and I distinctly remember this. It was the first day of kindergarten, and we we sitting at the front of the class Indian style. The teacher was going over the alphabet. Me being a smart kid (where did I go wrong) already knew it, so I was bored and not paying attention (which doesn't help when your last name is early in the alphabet and you sit in the front). I kept looking over my right shoulder at this kitchen playplace in the room (you know, the ones little girls play at) wanting to play. After being told twice to pay attention, the teacher put me in the corner for the rest of the day. Also during this time, I would prefer to play with girls toys. This stopped after I was made fun of for being effeminate and my parents stopped buying them.

Next was when I was 6 (so late kindergarten early 1st grade). I went to this girls house across the street. We were playing with toys in her room, and I talked her into playing dress up (did I say I was a smart kid, how coy to make it sound like it was her idea). Dress up was usually just me wearing her dresses and playing some make believe games. I would go over there as often as I could. Her mom caught me once, but didn't say anything to my parents (to the best of my knowledge, and thank God!).

Then 2nd grade came around, and I was insistent on playing with the girls (it got to that age where boys and girls segregated themselves at recess). The boys would jeer at me for this, and the girls weren't accepting (or it was a vocal and aggressive minority that weren't accepting compared to a silent and apathetic majority). But while trying to play with them, this two bigger girls (yeah, that age where girls are bigger) pushed me to the ground. I was so hurt I went crying to the teacher.

Then my family moved, and I didn't really have many trans-indicating moments I remember after that except that when I was twelve I was made fun of for sitting with my legs crossed in class so I stopped crossing my legs.

If I remember any more, I'll just edit them into the post. And sorry for the rant

I can't think of anything really. I identified as a girl as a child. I was considerably masculine as a kid, and I didn't get girl's at times, but I identified strictly as a girl. I don't remember any "But I'm a boy~" moments. However I remember wanting to be in the boy's scouts in elementary.

The boy's scouts sounded so cool. All that camping and whatnot, it was like a dream for a city kid like me.. But alas I couldn't go due to being a girl.  My school didn't have a girl's scouts either, but the girl's scouts sounds boring anyway.
   
I also remember at like age six accidentally believing I had a penis. I presume I had been watching one too many science shows, and I didn't know much of the female anatomy compared to the male. I always felt something down there so I thought it was a penis or something. So up until age twelve I thought I was intersexed and my parents were lying to me... But then I learned that that's a perfectly normal part of the female anatomy, and not a penis.

Well when I was 8, I cut my hair short, and always hung out with the neighborhood guys. A police officer would come and talk to us all while we rode bikes and clock us going a certain MPH downhill on our bicycles during races. We loved this guy, because he basically always hung around and gave us donuts and ->-bleeped-<-(which now, seems like it could be construed as a bit odd? LOL). He knew me as a boy, because I went by initials and he just assumed so. I wrecked one day during one of our races, hurt my leg, and he took me home in the back of his cop car, and explained to my mom that her son was in a bike accident but was ok LOL

She then said "THATS A GIRL! SHE'S JUST A TOMBOY" and to which I replied, "Does that mean my name can be Tom from now on?" lol...

My parents let me run around topless outside until I was old enough to realize that sunburns hurt, but I didn't exactly have neighbors that'd be watching.

We had a pool, and a big tree that you'd go behind to pee instead of going in the pool or getting the house all wet, and now I wonder if most girls that used it squatted like they would if they were wearing pants and trying not to get them wet, rather than standing and seeing how far you could shoot with your unfortunately limited equipment?

i have a distinct memory of asking my mom to call me jack and i wore a hood the whole day and 'pretended' i was a boy. i played house and i was always the dad or older brother. i pretended i was Legolas from lord of the rings (that made me like my long blond hair). i was always a boy when we played games my brother was usually the girl (i have pictures of my brother in dresses). i got a tarzan outfit for christmas when i was 5-7. my first crush when i was 5 or 6 my parents friends daughter. i used to run around shirtless i had no idea me and my brother where different besides our genitals. through all of this every girl i knew made fun of me, adults questioned my parents judgment, my dad reprimanded me, the only one who was ok with all of this was my mother and i love her for it.

Quote from: Ribbons on September 10, 2011, 01:24:33 PM
I also remember at like age six accidentally believing I had a penis. I presume I had been watching one too many science shows, and I didn't know much of the female anatomy compared to the male. I always felt something down there so I thought it was a penis or something. So up until age twelve I thought I was intersexed and my parents were lying to me... But then I learned that that's a perfectly normal part of the female anatomy, and not a penis.

I thought I was the only one (kind of). When I was really small I thought I had a penis. I have no clue where I'd get that idea though, but yeah. :icon_mrhappy:  But then, of course, later on I'd realize that, that wasn't really what I had down there. :icon_pissed: FML

Quote from: LivingInGrey on September 09, 2011, 09:08:30 PM
Yeah, I can't recall any "funny" ones or modestly humorous ones...

One of my first memories of being rejected by other girls was in 3rd grade. A small pack of girls was talking about their horse riding lessons and since I had spent a lot of time around horses I figured that could be my "in" on the "crowd" I wanted to spend my time with...

All it took was one of the girls to be all "ugh, your a boy what do you know about horses" for me to realize my life was going to be a living hell.

And yeah, I know this is in the FtM side but we're all in the same boat just about, I just want to use the bathroom you guys don't want to use.

Tradeoff. It's a deal. 8U

I'm thinking I was around seven when this happened- my parents were gone late for some reason, so me and my brother were going to stay the night at my next door neighbor's house. She walked me back over to my house to get in my PJs, and I came out to her in the living room in just my boxers, ready to go. And she was like "Umm...you should probably put a shirt on too since M (neighbor boy, same age as me) is going to be there too." I was disappointed because I always slept like that, but I obliged. It was embarrassing for me, she said it in a way like I was supposed to know that already and like I was doing something wrong, and I was very self-conscious about shirtlessness from then on.

When I was four or five, I recall having a dream where I was at my kindergarten class, and everybody was lined up to use the washrooms. When it was my turn I stood up to pee. Then all the staff turned into giants. can't remember what happened afterwards  ::)

Later, at around eight or nine, I recall going to the local pool with one of my (male) childhood friends and swimming shirtless for a while. had lots of fun. Also, of the three group sleepovers I went to as a kid, two were all-male, while the third was 'all-female'. i felt so out of place at the all-girl one. Especially when they handed out the Lasenza gift baggie things (it was a birthday slumber party thing).

The all-guy sleepovers were awesome though.

And going to the end of childhood, ie. early puberty - when I started developing up-top, I put off wearing a bra until my mom made me pick some out, and wore nothing but baggy teeshirts for ages (along with the constant 'shirt-plucking' that I did to try and hide things lol).

Ok this might turn into a really long post!

I have plenty of memories that people who fit either/or (male or female) mold wouldn't quite understand. I understand that all children get concepts about male and female from an early age from adults and just living in the world. They also get it from experimentation with other children (the typical "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" thing). I remember participating in something like that with another boy and I think we were probably 7 or so because it was during pre-school. We went into the bathroom and into a stall and he dropped his pants and I dropped mine and then he said, "you ARE a boy!" But after a few seconds of staring at me I remember the puzzled look on his face when he said something like "you don't have all the parts" or that I looked different. I think he was thoroughly confused about me after that. We both agreed to keep what we'd done a secret though so the adults didn't find out my own secret either.

As for me thinking early on I was actually in the wrong body - that isn't how I'd put it exactly. I just had the feeling my body wasn't "right" (I know right is the opposite of wrong to most but ...) That I missed out on the parts department and was deformed or whatever. I definitely always knew that I was not a girl - no matter what the other people thought. I felt so out of place being involved with girl anything. I had a short stint in girl scouts thanks to my mother - that was a disaster. Seriously, imagine a 9 year old boy infiltrating girl scouts and you pretty much have how that went down! There was also softball (I couldn't play baseball like I wanted because they wouldn't let "girls" on the team) and soccer. Both of those I was very good at, but played it rough too and every other girl on either of those teams knew I was "different", but they ran with it because I was a good player. I had one disastrous week at a camp when I was around 11. I even told my parents I didn't want to go but they urged me to saying that it would be a "good experience". Honestly I don't know how they could have thought that. The first thing they did of course was separate the boys and girls. So I had to spend an entire week couped up with like 30 squealing, annoying 11-13 year old girls. That was one of the most miserable weeks of my life. Worst part? They made all the kids take showers nightly of course and of course it was the big cattle call shower with like 8 faucets just jutting out of the wall and they expected everyone to just strip down and get in it. Most did of course. The first night I was about to go into a panic over it. I tried telling one of the counselor ladies that I could not take a shower with these girls. She actually kind of laughed at me and basically told me to get over my "shyness" that they all had the "same parts" (whoops, wrong!) I tried hiding out in my bunk but the same lady came by and basically told me I had to get in there and there were no other options. So holding back tears I got undressed under a towel that I had wrapped around myself and went in the shower wearing the towel. No one was going to take it off me either. All the girls laughed at me (except for one - who was also having a problem with the whole communal shower thing - and from that day until the end of the wretched camp also wore a towel into the shower). I overheard a few of the girls say, "she's really a HE that's why!" while giggling to their friends.

It was just the next year after that when my mom carted me off to her doctor and unbeknownst to me at the time had him give me some sort of estrogen precursor (it was a series of shots and to this day I don't know exactly what they gave me and all I could get out of my mother later on was that they were concerned I would not end up looking female if I went through a natural puberty - gotta love ->-bleeped-<- doctors and parents with misplaced "concerns"). That went on for a number of months until I basically just had a nervous breakdown and told my mom I hated what was happening to me (enter "the moobs") and I didn't even want to live. From there on out, I was left alone by that doctor but my mom continued now and then to try to get me to do girl things like wear make up or wear my hair a certain way or wear skirts or dresses. By the way, I was so uncomfortable with the "moobs" that I developed permanent hunched shoulders and also went through a whole phase of baggy clothing in an attempt to hide the awful things. My mom dragging me off to have a "bra fitting" goes down as one of the more humiliating experiences of my life that didn't involve doctors. My mom did take me to a therapist a couple times. That was a disaster as well.

Puberty was exponentially awful. The entire time I kept thinking in my head, oh my god I'm a "chick with a dick" - that is how I'm going to have to live the rest of my life. I was pretty depressed. I still looked male (remember I went out of my way to hide the "moobs") but my high school wasn't all that big so everyone in my classes knew I was "female". I did get picked on by some people because I did not look like a girl. Probably around this time I did entertain thoughts that I had been born into the wrong body but I had no idea what transsexualism was either at that time.

I was in 10th or 11th grade , and I was there after school, I liked to hang out there after school, well one day I was there and this guy came up to me and said if you ever had a sex change that I would need to do something about my adams apple.

I really did not think much of it at the time but looking back on it now, and the fact I have transitioned from male to female, but its just makes you think did this person know something about me that I did not at that time.

Quote from: insideontheoutside on September 11, 2011, 09:37:00 PMWorst part? They made all the kids take showers nightly of course and of course it was the big cattle call shower with like 8 faucets just jutting out of the wall and they expected everyone to just strip down and get in it.

Wow, that's horrifying.  That reminds me of this time in 4th grade when all us kids were supposed to get changed into our Halloween costumes in the classroom together.  (I refused.)  I can't imagine being forced to use a communal shower.  Being naked in front of other people has always been the stuff of nightmares for me.

There's a story my mom told me about when I was really little.  Like, 1-2 years?  Whenever she'd put a dress on me, I would scream until I threw up on it.  If the offending dress was replaced with another clean dress, I'd do the same thing again.  Eventually she gave up trying to put dresses on me.  Apparently my hatred of dresses goes back to before I can remember.

Not exactly a childhood memory, but in 9th grade a casual friend stared at me for a moment, then said, "You'd look funny with a beard.  Don't ever grow one."  He was serious.  An odd experience indeed.

I don't reeeeaaally have any stories that fit in this thread, as when I was a kid I felt less like I was born in the wrong body, and more that people were exaggerating the differences between boys and girls and should just get over it. Which tbh I still think, but I also think I'm trans, so.

Most of the stories I do have are more frustrating than funny, as well. I remember my mother talking about tomboys, and since I'd always known I got on better with boys, preferred my male friends, and thought more like a boy (though I wasn't able to put this latter one into words then, but I knew it all the same), I told her I was a tomboy. She replied quite rudely that I wasn't, and she made it sound like I'd just said something really awful that I was totally stupid for saying and should feel ashamed for.

She also said that all tomboys liked sports, and that I could never be a tomboy because the only sports I liked were running races and because I liked drawing and reading... and those were exclusively girl's activities apparently. All the other boyish things I was into were completely invalidated by the fact that I drew. Meanwhile one of my friends was a boy who also drew a lot, and that didn't mean he wasn't a boy. I was so, so pissed off. Still kind of am, really...

Quote from: Farm Boy on September 12, 2011, 05:22:49 AMNot exactly a childhood memory, but in 9th grade a casual friend stared at me for a moment, then said, "You'd look funny with a beard.  Don't ever grow one."  He was serious.  An odd experience indeed.

Haha, this just reminded me of last year when I was walking around town, not passing at all probably, and this old man suddenly turned to me in the street and said "Grow a beard! Very distinguished! Everyone should grow a beard." He didn't even have a beard...

Nothing really funny for me.

I remember wanting to be like my dad all the time, and that followed with other adult men I met. I'd prefer them over women and imitate their mannerisms.

Once I sat at church in a dress with my legs spread wide open, and my mom scolded me for not being lady-like. I obeyed then, but I always sneaked that posture whenever I could.

And I remember being the leader of my girl friends when I was young. I took care to look out for them and protect them from even little things. I found it amusing, but I was also trying to impress them sometimes. My friends and I took showers together as kids, and I remember being sexually attracted to and wholly curious about their bodies at a very young age.

Funny how signs of this born in the wrong body stuff shows up pretty young sometimes.