When we finally face ar truth an begin transition, we all make mani silly (as I see it now) mistakes. We ar often so blinded bi na excitement an wonder of na possibilities of ar future that we fool arselves in a variety of ways, Some with makeup an fassion errors, some with misled beliefs. I am one that tends to bi brutally honest with myself an others, an I can look bak an laugh at myself fer mi errors. Here's a few of mi silly an stupid mistakes fer ye to laugh at...
1) being blinded bi mi sense of freedom I figured I could present myself as I wish.
Truth- being a 46 yr olde with a male body in a minni skirt an Hello Kitty Tee just looks creepy lol
2) Red lipstick on mi pale Irish skin can make mi look like a circus clown
3) When yer out in public an presenting yerself as yer proper gender, yer in line at a market an ye realize na mano behind ye is checking ye out, It's not just funny but potentially dangerous to turn about wave yer hand an say " M not na droid yer lookin fer"
4) I had this ridiculous belief that due to mi background in Intelligence gathering an tactical planning, as well as biology an pharmacology that I knew everything I was getting myself into... HA HA HA!!!!
Well theres a few of mi silly mistakes. feel free to share or not, but I find that what hurt mi bifor makes mi laugh now. :D
I think there are a lot of realizations we make. What we wear to feel more feminine before HRT is not necessarily something that allows us to blend as we start to transition. I've seen a lot of folks mention that their clothing choices, particularly around what they wear out of the house, have changed considerably.
Ha ha ha!!! You're killing me!! Oh my... that's funny! I'm with you FluffyPunk, who would have thought hind sight being 20/20.
1). Hello Kitty IS just kind of creepy... now Chilly Willy and Tinker bell are totally fine!
2). I'd have to disagree with the red lipstick. Everyone needs bright red lipstick, when the occasion calls for it.
3). I loved that saying. I used it all the time in Iraq... I never thought of using it when someone is checking out my bummie. ;D
4). My background was in Strategic and Tactical deployment... I don't think that there's anything like transition and nobody can really be prepared. It makes informed consent kind of a misnomer. Ha ha ha...
My biggest mistake was heels.. too much too soon. Flats would've been much easier to use while practicing the walk. Heels made me look like tightrope walker in a wind storm... and you can't will yourself to walk sexy when your feet have reached their daily mileage limits. Fast flats in your handbag is a must!
Never buy clothes without a trusted friend. Only about half of the sales people you'll meet can actually be trusted to sell you clothes that you'd honestly wear in public! Always bring a second set of eyes! 9 times out of 10, the 18 year old girl in the shop will send you out of the store looking like a teen hooker from an After School Special.
Practice your makeup early on for going out, and then wash it all off! Your makeup is never as good as you think it is. Make sure you allow enough time for a more experienced girl to fix it before leaving the house...
Ha ha ha...
A few more just popped into my head...
Red nail polish, eye liner, and mascara will never come off completely! Even after you think it's off; it's still there. The ladies can spot it from 50 ft! Always have a response ready because they're going to ask... ::)
Thongs are a marketing ploy... nobody actually wears them. Comfort first and always...
Ha ha ha... I love this thread. :laugh:
lol Brilliant!!! But I do wear thongs with some things... ;) But heres 2 mor...
5)Never allow yer friends to talk ye into walkin across na street to na market wearing thigh highs, a micro minni, an a Kung Fu shirt, douring rush hour traffic unless they pay ye well.....
Result, heads turn, accidents happen, cops yell at mi....
6) LESSON>>> concidder yer changing body...
One morning I awoke. went downstairs an out on mi bak porch to greet na dae. I had a smoke an watered mi flowers. Na phone rang, it was a police officer I know tellin mi m not allowed outdoors without a shirt animor lol
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 25, 2015, 12:55:54 PM
lol Brilliant!!! But I do wear thongs with some things... ;) But heres 2 mor...
You're brave girl! That thong fad lasted about 12 seconds.. took 2 steps, they violently attacked by butt, and I threw them in the trash... thinking it was someone's bad joke. Ha ha ha...
lol no hon not brave, I just live bi na rule mi uncle told mi to live bi when I was leaving Ireland...
" Iffin yousse acts like a dumb ->-bleeped-<-te, they'll treat yousse as an equal"...
That was a joke bnw...
However all fun aside I also made some dangerous mistakes along na wae too, but I suppose na dark side can wait fer another thread, this one's fer fun. Iffin ye cant laugh at yerself, well......
Like "Never get into a bar fight in a Wiggle Dress...", it makes for a tough get away! It's only happened once... ::)
OOh that's a good lesson.
Ok one tyme last summer m sittin on mi stoop an this State Police officer kept driving past mi bak an forth real slow an lookin at mi, then mi neighbours door. After a few passes he stopped bi mi an opened his window an looked at mi fer a moment. I said boldly " Hey hon iffin ye want mi number feel free to ask mi" lol quite uncomfortably received... :D
7). Always buy a purse one size bigger than you think you'll need... Learned the hard way that pockets hold way more than pocketbooks. As cute as a smaller handbag is, it'll never hold everything you need!
8 ). Never let another girl into your make up stash unsupervised... your favorite lipstick and lip gloss will disappear faster than a lighter outside of a bar!
Now yer gonna laugh at mi... :/
I don't have a pocketbook...
I use a small Hello Kitty backpack lol
Oh an I don't wear makeup. That was a lesson learned. Doesn't matter whom does it, I end up lookin like a clown so I leave it bi.
Looking back of from the senior years of my life, I have come to understand that there was only on absolute in my life and that has always been that I was a female and not a male. I am a woman, period. Accepting that than I had to decide, as any woman does, how I was going to live my life. I decided for myself if I was for the present moment being as butch as I could be or display some degree of femininity in my style.
My choice, while at the moment I didn't think it was a choice, was to accept my parents, the doctors, and society's label of being a male, so as a female I went butch for the first 53 years of my life until I could live that way anymore. I presented as an uncomplicated shy small town Dakota male who participated in male activities in school like sports and scouts and jobs like construction labor at the competitive level of just succeeding enough to be present on the sidelines and watch the guys on the field, like most girls who were not cheerleaders did. If I wasn't there it was in the band.
My style of dress blended me into the woodwork. I never made it to any of the beer parties in the shelter belts. My two boyfriends and I, were all socially invisible. When I did make it to my brother's college beer parties, I was a piece of the furniture. My parents' family friends of Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels, and Bud Weiser turned my home into an emotional earthquake zone. I became a turtle constantly through most of my life just sticking my head out to see if the world around me was emotionally peaceful or not.
As a transsexual woman, accepting my world and living in it the way I did was my choice. I chose not to challenge my world for fear it would explode or run away from it because I felt that I had no place to run to. I just chose to camouflage myself and hide in plain sight. I was too female to be successful a male, and I got being butch right to the extent that I was never picked on for being a sissy. I was for being the new kid in town.
None of this did anything for my socialization and social growth as a person, nor did it do anything for developing any real romantic relationships. My strength was seeing things through so I graduated from high school. I never totally isolated myself from my family. I came home Thanksgiving and Christmas until my mother died and seeing the same old same old, I stayed away until those holidays came around again. I managed to graduate from college in five years while demonstrating against the War in Vietnam and LSD and meth and I stuck out doing my military as a conscientious objector as a physical therapy aid at a boarding school for developmentally disabled children.
I worked almost constantly until I retired at 62. I raised my children and I survived in my relationships with my female spouses until I didn't. I chose not to upset the balance in my life until that balance didn't exist anymore. Most of this was living a butch lifestyle which I was becoming alienated from more and more as time went by.
While I didn't understand it at the moment being butch was the best choice that I felt that I had. Rather it was, in the long run, I don't know. As a transsexual woman living and raising my own children and hers, genderwise, I was in a lesbian relationship, while both my wife and current partner only accept me as a male, now days a male cross-dresser, which I am not. They want and wanted a heterosexual male-relationship, but not really. If I would have been the typical beer-guzzling, skirt chasing, gambling male, out with the guys lots, no female task males that to some degree my father and stepdad were, that was the lifestyle for males in the working class society I grew up in, I wouldn't have lasted a month with either of them.
These two cis ladies wanted a trans female who lived who presented butch and pretended to be male, but was more female in nature in the way they lived a family lifestyle. They also want to be their own person without any male domination. I finally decided that I had to be my own person and that was a simple feminine country girl who lived without frills and would stand up for herself.
This is my fog of transition. Transitioning was short. It was simply accepting that I was a female and not a male. Developing my female personality will take an eternity. Changing my physical body by anything other than what happens when you try and project a female persona while only happen when it happens. Being 69 now who knows. But accepting my femaleness has changed how my genitalia reacts and tucking it straight in has reduced its length. I have phantom breasts from wearing padded bras 24/7/365 and my butt sticks out in back like a girl's does. My hair curls naturally and is thinning like a little old grandma's hair does. When you look at trans children who are allowed to live as their gender identity you do see physical changes take place that make them more like the gender they identify with. So I can't really say that no physical changes are taking place because of my acceptance of my femaleness. I have noticed that our self-images and life style choices and our jobs shape our physical appearances.
My sexual relationships are in limbo or non-existent and this may never change until I take hormones and have surgery to have female genitalia. I am not big on big breasts because I have enough trouble with my back as it is.
Our fog of transition is in our minds and our fears. That is how I see it. You have the current revised version of my fog.
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 25, 2015, 03:06:27 PM
Now yer gonna laugh at mi... :/
I don't have a pocketbook...
I use a small Hello Kitty backpack lol
Ha ha ha! Probably smarter than a purse... I have 8 purses and a few clutches that I don't use... I always grab the one that never matches anything! Pink "Playboy Bunny" denim purse.
9). Your body doesn't ever seem to progress on HRT until you need to wear a suit. Then like magic the waist on your pants are too big and the butt is too tight... your shirt is pulling buttons and the collar is loose.
Wow Michelle, thank you fer sharing yer story. I wish ye all na happiness an na best of life hon. :)
Harley, Thank you love, yer giving mi some great laughs todae an that's defeating mi pain infleuanced woe.
I like to laugh... that's why I use the Harley Quinn alias. I currently have Monty Python "Life of Brian" looping in my head... "Always look on the bright side of life...".
10). Be prepared for a lot of physical attention. Like strangers in a supermarket touching a pregnant woman's belly; Every girl you knew pre-transition and every gay man you meet will have their hands migrate to your booty or ask for a peak at your breasts... FACT!
well lucky fer mi I moved 900 miles away from them all 3 months ago lol. An tbh M a very bold girl, an everytyme mi mates both male or female said anything, Id just flash em, hell theyre mi M8's. But hey, theres another stupid behavior pattern come from liberation an na blindness there from...
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 25, 2015, 04:27:22 PM
well lucky fer mi I moved 900 miles away from them all 3 months ago lol. An tbh M a very bold girl, an everytyme mi mates both male or female said anything, Id just flash em, hell theyre mi M8's. But hey, theres another stupid behavior pattern come from liberation an na blindness there from...
I moonlight as a dancer for kicks... it's a ton of fun living out my 2nd puberty. :laugh:
I figured ye did or entertained one way or another from somena ways ye talk an a few yer pix too. Doo bi doo rock yer werld an love it hon. M enjoying mi 2nd puberty intensly as well hon, but I am a Nymphomaniac, an I do suffer from an extreme lust addiction combined with low impulse control in that dept, so na combo can bi a mite harsh on mi at tymes basically being in a fit of lust, but M taken care of an protected as well an I never go out in public alone. But hey, I believe that too has caused mor than one fassion error lol....
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 25, 2015, 05:06:33 PM
I figured ye did or entertained one way or another from somena ways ye talk an a few yer pix too. Doo bi doo rock yer werld an love it hon. M enjoying mi 2nd puberty intensly as well hon, but I am a Nymphomaniac, an I do suffer from an extreme lust addiction combined with low impulse control in that dept, so na combo can bi a mite harsh on mi at tymes basically being in a fit of lust, but M taken care of an protected as well an I never go out in public alone. But hey, I believe that too has caused mor than one fassion error lol....
Ha ha ha... I'm pretty transparent. I think I entertain myself more than anything. I tend to wander off and get myself in trouble. My only saving grace is that I'm just that adorably loveable. :laugh:
Which brings me to the next "true-ism from the Fog" for your thread...
11). A "sundress" becomes a "shirt" for anyone over 5 ft 8... and should probably be treated as such. Sure it gives the illusion of having legs that go to your neck, but that illusion can be quickly destroyed with a light summer's breeze.
12). Always keep at least 3 extra pair of hose and tights on hand! Tears, snags, and runs always appear when you need them! I found it odd that I can walk around all day and not scratch my legs on anything... throw on some panty hose and they're done for!
** Tights can be considered pants, unless you wear panties over them. Then they're considered underwear as far as the cops are concerned. LOL!!
Lol na hon yer not that obvious, m a frmr Cav. Scout. I see much. but ya... Sunshirts lol...
Always wear leggings when publicly wearing a minni.... (same reason)
OOH OOH!!! Iffin he repeatedly says he loves you let him go... Iffin he comes bak with lots of Hello Kitty gifts.... He's a stalker... (Yep, Had one that gave mi HK things lol)
#13 Dresses go on much easier than they come off. :o Especially when starting out and the shoulders haven't shrunk yet. I am sure that everyone passing the dressing room thought that 8 cursing buffalo were having an orgy in there. Argh! Thought that I would have to rip the dress off or buy it and walk out with it on looking like a walrus stuffed in a sardine can. It only took 20+ minutes and much determination to learn my lesson. Skirt and blouse are an acceptable alternative to a dress.
14). Jean rises for fit... always go higher on the waist to achieve the proper look. Low Rise jeans become obscenely low and will not stay on a t-Girl. Your extra baggage means mid-rise is actually low-rise. High waist is now mid-rise. And so on... nothing more annoying than having to constantly pull your pants up because your butt is creeping out. (Except for when your pants are falling down and a thong is riding up at the same time, that's worse) Bottom line... "say no to low". There's nothing sexy about a lady who can't keep her pants up.
15). Looking back I learned that in my "fog of transition", there's no way to talk your way out of a ticket if your dress flutters up while on a motorcycle... and you can see the reasons why you're paying that fine on YouTube in less than 24 hours. :police: ::)
lol Good one Mikaela, I personally didn't eever have a dress till just recently. I wanted to wait to have mi breasts, an m not na kind to fake anything. But now that m wearing them, I can totally agree an understand how difficult it must bi to get in an out of em with a larger build.
which would lead to, " never ride na motorbike whilst wearing a micro minni unless ye got leggings on too" ;)
16). While growing your hair out, always look your most feminine when getting a trim. The beauticians will have you set back to square one in a heartbeat! And never get antsy when you can't get an appointment... There's a reason that the lady has an open booking... the "new girl" will scalp you every time! Which is why I have 1 hairdresser and I will stick with him... It's like changing artists mid tattoo... never a good idea! Stick to the man with the plan!
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 26, 2015, 07:01:25 AM
which would lead to, " never ride na motorbike whilst wearing a micro minni unless ye got leggings on too" ;)
Mine was a "SunShirt". Ha ha ha
Oh Def with na Hair Dresser!!! I havn't yet cut mi hair, but I've experienced that with brow waxing... Just moved 900 miles 3 months ago, havnt found na place I trust an like yet. Which is DEFFINATELY a LAW!! FIND YER ARTISTS an KEEP THEM CLOSE!!!
Harley mi love, we should NEVER get togeather... Lawyers cost too much lol.
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 26, 2015, 07:26:49 AM
Harley mi love, we should NEVER get togeather... Lawyers cost too much lol.
Te he he he... A few shots of Bushmills and I get to be a little bit too much for myself sometimes. Because no good story starts with someone eating a salad... and Every good story needs a Villain! Muah ha ha ha!!
I've also found that in a courtroom if the story is funny bordering on innocent enough, they'll do everything possible to get you out of there... Judges hate it when the jurors snicker. It means you're winning! :D
ok this is a bit a long one but funny as hell... Over na summer of 2014, I had some hooligans living with mi. One nite we were up partying pretty hard with nefarious hippy type things an we were all drawing on arselves. Mi friend McKenna drew a Hittler moustache on herself. we all had a lot of laughs an fekked off to bed. In na morning we all awoke an McKenna was gone. A note on na table stated she had her LAST therapy apt that day a was expectant to bi discharged. We were all having breakkie when She burst into mi flat complaining that she didn't understand but her therapist extended her 2 mor months. As she came in we all raised ar right hands an in unison said " HI McKenna!" she was way confused till as we were rolling on na floor laughing someone handed her a small mirror.....
LESSON LEARNED (thankfully at anothers expense this tyme) ALWAYS CHECK YER FACE!!!
or, Never go to na therapist with a Hittler stache expecting to bi discharged lol
Ha ha ha ha!!! That's classic! That's happened to me, but that others have drawn on my face after I went to sleep... Thankfully I wake up early and always check my face. Vengeance is mine! Unfortunate for them, they slept in too late to bother checking the mirror.
I'd say for #17). Never wear a dress the day after you wax... you should always give them a few days to calm down before putting them on display. Even if your legs looked fine after waxing, the redness will always set in... don't find yourself looking down half way through the day after someone is asking "what happened to your legs?!?"
lol ya I learned that one. I use an epilator fer that.
18). Clip on earrings hurt more than real ones! Bite the bullet and go full piercing, if you feel you need ear jewelry.
19). Real jewelry is actually cheaper than costume jewelry... Once you factor in the time spent taking all the green and orange off your skin; and the chemicals required for cleaning your skin.
OOh yes!!! NO CHEAP ADORNMENTS!!!
And 20). Don't neglect your guy clothes while pre-full time... If you're not vigilant you're new clothes will overtake your closet and you're going to figure out rather quickly your old clothes will have worn holes in them or are all dirty when you really need them!
21). Plan ahead for boobage... If you wait till you "need" one, you'll never be able to find a bra that isn't designed to give you extra oomph! So you'll find yourself caught between the decision of O'Natural (aka A cup high beams) or "wow this bra makes the girls look amazing" D cups in guy clothes...
sometime bi na end of todae I wanna put all these into a single list then continue.
I find it awesome ye made some na same ignant mistakes I did.
I'm kind of hoping for some more people to jump in on this one... hopefully this all brightens someone's day with a giggle or two. He he he he....
2nd Puberty is the truest description of transition in more ways than one. You'll find that your clothes only fit/last as long as they would for a teenage girl! Not even your shoes are safe from fitment issues as you grow into your true form. And brings me to:
22). Embrace outgrowing your clothes as you go through your "new teenage" years! Don't try to get them to fit as you mature... learn from every girl that has come before you. Let go of those clothes... they're never going to fit again! Camel Toe, double Boob, and Muffin Top are real possibilities if you hang onto your pubescent clothes too long. Lol!
lol M holdin on to mi Hello Kitty shirts Danimin!!! Mi stalker gave em to mi lol
(yes fer real :D )
An YES!! Indeed, EVERYONE READING, please rejoice in yer mistakes made coming out na gate an along na wae an share a smile with us an mabi a lesson or 22.
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 26, 2015, 11:17:46 AM
An YES!! Indeed, EVERYONE READING, please rejoice in yer mistakes made coming out na gate an along na wae an share a smile with us an mabi a lesson or 22.
I rejoice in my mistakes and oversights... It gives me so many fond memories! Ha ha ha... yup I've made some good ones. Some were funny and some were mortifying until I was able to look back and find the humor in it.
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 26, 2015, 11:14:57 AM
lol M holdin on to mi Hello Kitty shirts Danimin!!! Mi stalker gave em to mi lol
(yes fer real :D )
I don't have stalker shirts, but I do get tops and bottoms from a few girls who are either dating or married to my friends... as we've discovered that some of us are the same size, although I'm quite a bit taller in most cases... tops, bikinis, skirts, dresses and shorts seem to be up for donating to my closest. I guess;
23). Always remember who gave you what, and try not to wear it immediately after they donate... Their boyfriends/husbands will start to wonder why you have the same top as their girlfriend when you're out on the town and where their ladies got their new outfits... AWKWARD!
I just learned (or rather re-enforced) one na easy wae todae. With facing Mi boyfriends whole family todae I decided to look mi best. I wore a beautiful an sexy black velvet lace up front zip bak sleeveless dress (Hot Topic) put mi hair up nice, I don't wear makeup so tyme saved there lol,a pair of black tights, an mi greenish black Doc Marten triumph boots, an I presented myself in mi Crass but Graceful FluffyPunk wae.I observed that na older women an na teen were done up nice, but Mi BF's sister was wearing ripped jeans an a grey hoodie an looked like ->-bleeped-<-te. Strange to notice that I basically burst into na gender role of an Irish woman an took over na entire meal (getting everyone away from mi lol). I served na whole family bifor, douring, an after na meal in proper fassion.... It just came out mi lol. Aniwae M told that when I left ne room, all na women were talking with each other an I guess commenting on how pretty I looked an how lovely mi dress was. Then they commented on each others apparel, an then they all looked at na one dressed poorly an said nothing. I just know had I not looked mi best they would have looked at mi poorly all dae an that could change their perception of mi/ US. (sometimes one person makes an error an all pay).
LESSON>>>> Always Always Always LOOK YER BEST!!!! ;)
Oh! An do it in yer own wae...
I did a 50s, 60s thanksgiving dinner in my favorite wiggle dress and victory rolls. Very Rockabilly Glamorous. It was a special occasion, my pole dancing instructor was having her first Thanksgiving dinner in her new place. I felt fabulous! Twister was a little difficult... but them's the breaks!
Heres one I learned mi first 3 daes of hrt.
NEVER take spiro after 8 pm.... :P
An fer mi 100th post.....
Ok about 5 or 6 Months ago, I was living in an apt an mi cousin was chillin with mi. Mi cousin is a Dissabled Army Ranger, an I was a Cavalry Scout amongst other things. So This is at a point when mi breast growth had reached na point beyond needing a bra bit I didn't have one yet. Aniwae, m up in mi room an well when ye mix na "Certain Sexual Sideeffects" of hormones with na sex drive of a nymphomaniac with a severe lust addiction, well, a monster is born lol. So Feeling that way I call a boy friend an get dressed really slutty. just as m ready mi cousin hollers up an TOLD mi sternly to get down there. M like wnp (what na phoohey)an he said to come down an stand tall bifor na man...
WNP???
Could it bi cops?
Could it bi mi Father??
Could it bi an angry librarian lookin fer her dvd's???
NOPE it's Na Dept. of Defence Security Advisory come to interview mi about a kid whom had previously lived next door an was now serving an had applied fer a high sec. position. lol
M standing there lookin at this HOTT wee Government Lesbian whom couldn't stop lookin mi up an down unaware she was biting her lip lol. M standing there in shiny black patent leather 20 hole Doc Marten boots, Black an white stripped thigh highs, black lace garter, black lace thong, black plaid micro minni, an a cute pink an white Hello Kitty shirt (yes Harley, provided bi stalker :D )with light pink lips an nails too lol. Aniwae being in na excited state I was in, an seein her reactions to mi, I had to mess with her. After every question asked she would look up to see mi body language, I would take in deep chest expanding breaths till her gaze was focused on mi babi boobs ther as I gave mi answers I would slowly sway to an fro as a hypnotist uses a pocket watch an distract na heck out of her. This interview took about 40 minutes so needless to say there was pleanty of tyme to disrupt her. But when she actually started to blush both mi cousin an mi ( he was just inside listening)burst out laughin an she got madd. she hurried through remaining questions then advised mi its a felony to sexually harass a govt employee lol. We burst out laughing again as she left but I did see she was still checkin mi out lol. A few minutes later we pondered na possible reprocussions.
LESSON learned??? >>> ya, Never attempt to use yer ->-bleeped-<- Superpowers of mind control against a Government Employee until ye have mastered them.....
Ok,just learned a new transition lesson na hard wae...
LESSON>>> Remember, now that ye got breasts ye must take into account that they stick off yer chest an change yer body's clearance when rounding corners!!!
Yep, just about ripped one mi breasts off, M upstairs bumming out an mi BF's Mum shouted up na stairs, "Did ye stub yer toe or something?" I replied " NO I stubbed mi tit" (ouch!)
24). Never leave a wig unattended when there are kids or pets around! You'll be spending more time getting the sticky and the slober out of it that you did to style it in the first place! My favorite was when the kid yanked it off the manaquin head and ran through the fly paper strip! Luckily I learned this over a past Halloween and not with a good wig! It did set me back a few hours getting ready...
When having friends over 25). Always have your bedroom door locked and all your clothes put up! There's always one jokester in the bunch that will want to see what they would look like in your dress... rip!! And as luck would have it... it'll be one you can't replace!
lol ouch!!! When ye figured out all na cloths an wigs that make ye look stupid, or ye just hate, an ye decide that rather than throwing them away ye would give them to someone...
NEVER EVER take out a post on Craigslist offering free cloths fer CD's an Transsies..... YA!!! Ever see Night of na Living Dead??? :D
Quote from: Harley Quinn on November 25, 2015, 12:14:21 PM
Thongs are a marketing ploy... nobody actually wears them. Comfort first and always...
When I was still riding motorbikes long distance a lot I wore a thong because nothing is more miserable than sitting on the seam in your knickers for mile after mile. Most women I knew who rode motorbikes did exactly the same as me. I found them to be really comfortable, but your experience may vary.... ;)
ok so nobody wears thongs except FluffyPunk an a bunch of bikers then...
Thanks fer chiming in Lady Smith, care to share an rejoice with us insome na silly mistakes ye made coming out na gate or along na way???
I enjoyed the ->-bleeped-<- out of this thread :D
Thanks love, feel free to add tuit anityme :D As I like to live bi na words mi Uncle said to mi as I was leaving mi homeland, " Iffin yousse acts like a dumb ->-bleeped-<-te, they'll treat yousse as an equal" lol
I love making fun of myself when I recognize mi own stupidity, an its priceless when we learn from it.
Quote from: RitaChans on November 27, 2015, 08:05:00 AM
I enjoyed the ->-bleeped-<- out of this thread :D
that makes me so happy! Almost as happy as reading other's posts! ;)
Quote from: Lady Smith on November 27, 2015, 07:46:55 AM
When I was still riding motorbikes long distance a lot I wore a thong because nothing is more miserable than sitting on the seam in your knickers for mile after mile. Most women I knew who rode motorbikes did exactly the same as me. I found them to be really comfortable, but your experience may vary.... ;)
I'd say my mileage would've been 10 feet... a couple paces out the bedroom door, then a "Nope!"... turn and shimmy back to the bedroom. Lol!
Ok, heres a lesson I have learned transitioning to being an Americanacht but still fail to apply.
LESSON>>> Development an USAGE of social filters.....
EXAMPLE>>>As we Transfolks ar much mor aware an accepting than mani hetro cis folks of others lifestyles, prefferances an activities, though we mae not like them arselves, we must bi mindful that others mae bi in shock listening to us at tymes. A few months ago I moved 900 miles to bi with mi boyfriend (remember he's ftm) an were living with his family on na farm. About 5 daes after living here I was alone fer na dae with his mother. Obviously she wanted to pick mi brain an find out whom I am an why her son would go so far out his wae to rescue mi. Eventually she started asking about ar relationship. I have no problems discussing almost anything with anione. She got to na topic of sex which I could see her struggling to approach with mi. (EVOL GRIN) She then said well yer both adults an m sure ye have relations, Do ye two use protection? Without a 10th of a heartbeats passing I said "No worries Mum I cant get pregnant". Priceless indeed, M still dieing on this one every tyme I look at her. Needless to say there were an will bi mani others, I been here a few months now an she hasn't yet learned to carefully choose her questions. :D
Classic Tension Breaker there! Ha ha ha...
hey Harley, how come theres a wee bubble on na green marker next yer name? Ar ye preggers?? Iffin so do tell how (without filter ;) ).
:embarrassed:
No, not pregnant. Just put a few pounds on after my motorcycle accident. I'm working them off... I like the pro-fighter look. :D curvy muscular physique makes me feel good. If only I could get a booty and keep muscle tone. ::)
A Booty??? Hell id bi lucky iffin I could get a Bummie, all I got now is na tops o mi legs.
But then again na men I have datedan such all loved it small so whom am I to argue.
Know what? Theres a lesson learned rite there!
Iffin mi mano tells mi m beautiful, whom am I to argue!
I don't think that we've touched on the cardinal rule of Estogen... Never text, post, or e-mail on an estrogen drunk brain... its never on topic and extremely hard to follow. LOL! I would love to post some of the exaples of this but it would be jibberish... I'm still trying to figure out the point of a few of those I've text friends before... ha ha ha...
LOL oh hell yes!!! an that goes hand in hand with,
>> when yer at a low in E don't start a discussion with yer s/o's Mum about ANITHING!
I think we're on like 28 or 30 or something.... lol! Tattoos should be somewhere in here I'm sure... I just haven't ever been on the wrong side of one. Mine is fairly unisex, but perhaps odd for a girl crazy "girl"... but still works well in guy mode. ::) Feel free to toss some in...
not sure still gotta put em in 1 list but m lazy But indeed on another site I have had to talk mor than 1 out of putting stupid things that they thought were cool on themselves. So....
LESSON#?>>>> 6 month wait rule plus confirmation of atleast 1 friend an 1 enemy bifor getting a tat.
Pure freaking gold you two.
Perfect read while waiting at the doctors office.
I'm 2 months in on HRT, so I learned a ton from this.
Quote from: Ameilia Pond on November 27, 2015, 06:02:02 PM
Pure freaking gold you two.
Perfect read while waiting at the doctors office.
I'm 2 months in on HRT, so I learned a ton from this.
Thought you might like that! :laugh:
Hey Ameilia thanks an best of luck to ye in yer evolution. Ya we all make silly, stupid an some potentially dangerous mistakes in this. Its a pitty mor aren't willing to laugh at themselves an explore this. Feel free to add yer own learned lessons ye pick up along na way funny or not. M seriously like woah!!! I helped someone? Well thanks love glad to bi of service. M just creeping up on 10 months on hrt with a loooooooonnnnnnng wae to go, so iffin I hang about M sure there will bi mor... Much love hon stay an play safe.
Danimin another one... In contrast to na Estrogen Drunk brain lesson, Never Delete accounts, erase contacts, or get into conversations with anione where ye tell em as ye see it, when yer at yer low point in E (if ye inject) an feeling really emotional!!! ;)
I don't really have much to add quite yet, though, I know that time is coming.
Harley has been an amazing friend. Uh-ma-zing energy.
I'm sure in the next few months, I will start to come into my own. Have family to come out too still and some situations that I will need to face, but it will be worth it in the end.
Just keep making me smile girls :)
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 27, 2015, 07:53:07 AM
ok so nobody wears thongs except FluffyPunk an a bunch of bikers then...
Thanks fer chiming in Lady Smith, care to share an rejoice with us insome na silly mistakes ye made coming out na gate or along na way???
Wearing a thong was certainly not a problem after I'd had my orchie and HRT had shrunk wart down a lot. Mind you being a non-binary biker girl type I was nearly always wearing jeans so nobody could know what underwear I was wearing anyway. My greatest triumph was walking into a gas station in full biker girl kit, - helmet on, feather and bead earrings, plait down my back, fingerless leather gloves, silver jewelry, boots, jeans and leather jacket, - and the guy behind the counter nervously addressing me as 'Ma'am'.
Before I came to my senses though and got past thinking I had to embrace the other side of the binary in order to transition I can remember well the first time I attempted to use make up and ended up helpless with laughter in front of the mirror. I still can't do make up to save my life and moisturiser and lipstick is only as far as I'll go if I have to dress up posh for some reason.
My first attempts at padding my bra were also hilarious and after a short while I didn't bother with it anymore. Once I got past being so sore and tender while my breasts were growing I gave up on the bra as well. Once I'd found myself work as a social worker I had to conform though and I had myself professionally fitted with a bra which was an interesting experience. I was nervous, but the corsetiere was completely professional which helped a lot.
One mistake I see a lot of trans girls make when they are growing out their hair is getting too many trims. Years go by and it never gets long. I'd rather have longer hair with a few split ends than short hair with no split ends.
Oh yes Rachel, M 2 1/2 yrs into growing from a shaved head an have yet to cut it.
HAIR LESSON>>> Length first!!!
When yer soooo in love with na new found freedom an sense of beauty wearing skirts that theyre all ye wear, an yer G Therapist is trying to point out na realities of na changing season to winter an she tells ye to consider getting some pants an jeans..... LISTEN!!!
I have one post transition not to long ago. I wore the perm in my avatar for many years and I got tired of having sitting for three hours getting the perm. Then there is the last 3 or 4 weeks where it relaxes to the point where it's wavy hair instead of curly hair. I decided it was time to let it grow out straight like it naturally wants to. My big mistake was going for a cleanup cut without a hairstyle in mind and trusting my cutter who is cut happy. Combine that with my mother who was viewing all this and liked me in a crew cut. I ended up scalped with very short hair on the side and slightly longer hair on the top looking kind of like a pixy cut. It has taken me that last 6 months to grow out the length I need and that's why my avatar is around 30 years old. I don't have enough hair length to take another picture.
Moral is don't let a cut happy cutter and your mother pick out your hair cut unless you know exactly what they have in mind.
Truth! They love the scissors! Taking 8" off the top 1/4" at a time... so you dont notice until theyre done!
When that happens it makes me wish they'd have just scalped me in one fail swoop... then they could atleast have donated the hair rather than 8 lbs of hair clippings...
Lesson I learned just recently, Iffin ye want yer brows shaped perfect go to na place that charges $18 no $8 lol
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 28, 2015, 10:35:56 AM
Lesson I learned just recently, Iffin ye want yer brows shaped perfect go to na place that charges $18 no $8 lol
Yes never cheap out on the brows! There seems to be a finite amount of times that you can mess with them before they're gone for good!
Quote from: Harley Quinn on November 28, 2015, 10:58:04 AM
Yes never cheap out on the brows! There seems to be a finite amount of times that you can mess with them before they're gone for good!
Indeed Harley, an that leads mi to a lesson I figured out in na very beginning bifor even G therapy an hrt. Iffin eyebrows mae only bi plucked so mani tymes Why shave legs every dae??? This Winter Solstace It will bi 3 years of using an epilator from mi chest down (yes). Na continuance of this has greately reduced na growth an amout of hair I get. Its at na point where mi arm hair now comes in no different than a cis woman's. It's lighter an thinner an mor sparse.
Lesson>>> Shaving every dae sux, epilation lasts about 2 weeks of babi smoove, also waxing costs $£ every tyme, mi epilator cost $35.
What I've realized since transition is:
Using a single-toilet public womens restroom when someone is already in the mens restroom is NOT a step to detransitioning. A toilet by any other name flushes just as fast. And barely anyone gives a dook if they see you do it.
Whether scents are masculine or feminine is entirely socially assigned. If you like the smell, wear it. You can pull off anything if you're confident and don't give a dook about people who make a stink about how you smell.
Quote from: Sasquatch on November 28, 2015, 04:34:27 PM
What I've realized since transition is:
Using a single-toilet public womens restroom when someone is already in the mens restroom is NOT a step to detransitioning. A toilet by any other name flushes just as fast. And barely anyone gives a dook if they see you do it.
That's just awesome...." using na bathroom of yer frmr gender isn't detransitioning"..... No Sas indeed not,
its an emergency!!! :D
Love ye Sas I've missed ye.
A spell check would be nice.
Sent from my iPhone, inspected and certified by the NSA
Quote from: Gertrude on November 29, 2015, 02:55:44 PM
A spell check would be nice.
Sent from my iPhone, inspected and certified by the NSA
It's a dialect, no spellcheck needed. :icon_paper:
Quote from: Lady Smith on November 29, 2015, 08:16:46 PM
It's a dialect, no spellcheck needed. :icon_paper:
It must be. I speak NY, so may be that's it.
Ladies an Gentlemen.... There SHE is :D
Theres always one person whom BELIEVES that they ar tolerant of others......
TRANSITION LESSON>>> Respect others as ye so wish to bi respected!!!
(actually that's a life lesson an general rule)
I don't know if it's me but two more items out of my past. When I first started buying female clothes, I was way to nervous to buy them in the store. Besides that, the tall sizes I needed were pretty much only available in the catalog. I figured out what I wanted and included a check for the correct amount and sent off my order. The only problem with this was I lived in an apartment complex and orders were delivered to the rental office instead of to your door. The day arrived when my order was delivered so I went down to the office to pick it up. I was nervous that possibly the package had opened and the content had been exposed so I walked into the rental office with a bad case of the nerves. The handed me the package and thankfully the package was intact. I walked back to my apartment holding the package like it was a bomb ready to explode and I feared everybody had x ray vision and could see through me and knew the contents of the package. I made it back to the apartment without encountering anyone safe and sound.
Second story, the big day. After getting clothes, a good wig, voice lessons and makeup lessons, I was ready to venture out the door for the first time. My destination was my therapy group so I really wasn't facing very much because all I needed to do was exit the apartment, go down a semiprivate stairs, walk a couple of hundred feet to my car and leave. Once I reached my destination, I was in a safe area because every body who might see us would know what was going on. I arrived home from work, took a quick shower so I wouldn't get body grime on my clean clothes and dressed for the occasion. The time came to open the door and I couldn't. Fear ran through me and I took my hand from the door knob. I stood there staring at the door and took several breaths of air trying to work up the nerves to open the door. After about a minute I decided the door wasn't going to open it's self so with the little courage I could muster I reached for the knob and with the little remaining strength I had, I opened the door and exited the apartment. I reached my car meeting nobody and if anybody saw me it was through the window of their apartment. I got to my meeting without any issues and the rest is history.
Why is it that something we have spent a good portion of our life thinking about, imagining and wishing for can strike so much fear in our heart when we get it. One would think it would be the happiest day of our life to that point instead of the one we feel the most fear over. It makes little sense but I am sure many of us feel this way.
Even after being full time for a year , I'm still anxious about the day the janitor is by the door leading out of the apartment building. I've made it a year, but I think my odds are getting a lot slimmer.
I can definitely understand fear. It has never stopped mi from going anywhere, but people staring or laughing has an still make mi get up an go home. Even very recently whilst on a date with mi love I got up an left a restaurant just bifor being served as I noticed some of na staff pointing an laughing. Not sure if that part counts as fear but being afraid of na same thing happening has kept mi from going out again yet an I been comfortably full tyme fer over 2 years now.
For lack of a better term, I would think it's embarrassment, fear or maybe a combination of most. Something like that could make one very uncomfortable and it shows that not all parents were not very careful about teaching them to be courteous towards others.
Indeed, its fear of embarrassment, an perhaps fear of conflict, but its NOT shame, atleast for mi..
Quote from: FluffyPunk on November 27, 2015, 08:41:02 AM
Ok, heres a lesson I have learned transitioning to being an Americanacht but still fail to apply.
LESSON>>> Development an USAGE of social filters.....
EXAMPLE>>>As we Transfolks ar much mor aware an accepting than mani hetro cis folks of others lifestyles, prefferances an activities, though we mae not like them arselves, we must bi mindful that others mae bi in shock listening to us at tymes. A few months ago I moved 900 miles to bi with mi boyfriend (remember he's ftm) an were living with his family on na farm. About 5 daes after living here I was alone fer na dae with his mother. Obviously she wanted to pick mi brain an find out whom I am an why her son would go so far out his wae to rescue mi. Eventually she started asking about ar relationship. I have no problems discussing almost anything with anione. She got to na topic of sex which I could see her struggling to approach with mi. (EVOL GRIN) She then said well yer both adults an m sure ye have relations, Do ye two use protection? Without a 10th of a heartbeats passing I said "No worries Mum I cant get pregnant". Priceless indeed, M still dieing on this one every tyme I look at her. Needless to say there were an will bi mani others, I been here a few months now an she hasn't yet learned to carefully choose her questions. :D
Hi Fluffypunk
Oh My God
Between you and Harley I nearly Peed my pants laughing! You two could be on com central. Keep this going and I'm going to join in as I have a lot to add to this if you keep this going. To top it off I'm and Irish girl me self.
Hug's Lyndsey Marie Burke
This the best thread. Educational and entertaining.
Seriously, someone must have some more to add?
This was a fun one... he he he...
But after 90+ stories I think it's time for some fresh blood to regale us with tales of self discovery on the road to womanhood.
I'm too early in the process to have anything to share.
Hi Girls
Last summer I was out shopping with one of my girl friend at Sam's Club and when we went to the register and cute guy started talking to me. As he was talking to me I noticed that he was looking at my chest and not my eyes. On the counter there was a roll of paper towels so I reached over and ripped off a couple and handed them to him. He asked me what they were for and I told him to wipe up the drool on his chin as he was talking to my chest and not me. He turned bright red and smiled. Point taken. LOL!
Hug's
Lyndsey
Quote from: Dena on December 01, 2015, 10:13:53 PM
Second story, the big day. After getting clothes, a good wig, voice lessons and makeup lessons, I was ready to venture out the door for the first time. My destination was my therapy group so I really wasn't facing very much because all I needed to do was exit the apartment, go down a semiprivate stairs, walk a couple of hundred feet to my car and leave. Once I reached my destination, I was in a safe area because every body who might see us would know what was going on. I arrived home from work, took a quick shower so I wouldn't get body grime on my clean clothes and dressed for the occasion. The time came to open the door and I couldn't. Fear ran through me and I took my hand from the door knob. I stood there staring at the door and took several breaths of air trying to work up the nerves to open the door. After about a minute I decided the door wasn't going to open it's self so with the little courage I could muster I reached for the knob and with the little remaining strength I had, I opened the door and exited the apartment. I reached my car meeting nobody and if anybody saw me it was through the window of their apartment. I got to my meeting without any issues and the rest is history.
Why is it that something we have spent a good portion of our life thinking about, imagining and wishing for can strike so much fear in our heart when we get it. One would think it would be the happiest day of our life to that point instead of the one we feel the most fear over. It makes little sense but I am sure many of us feel this way.
OMG...that walk from my second story apartment, down a short driveway and out to the street where my car is parked has been at times the longest walk of my life. And you and the others are correct, it's most certainly not shame. Fear of conflict maybe, but I think also just fear of the unknown too. I can look in the mirror and this i'm beautiful and I can have my girlfriend or friends say the same, but what is THE WORLD going to think? lol...like they somehow really matter. It is a strange dichotomy that a process that makes me feel whole also brings such a high level of self centered fear. I guess that is why so many say it is all about being confident in who you are and not so much how you look.
And Dena, I don't start estrogen for 12 more days...not that I'm counting. i couldn't reply to your PM. I'm not a "made man" yet (pun intended)