
@ 24 during a Halloween party. I wanted to be out in front of some of my macho friends and their wives, but not too out. I didn't wear much makeup or even a bra. That's my hair, the color and curls, everything.

This was me, August 16th, 1995, my 41st birthday. I was in prison, about a month before I began living female inside for nine months. It was the first time in my life I was happy. I found freedom in prison, and was actually treated like a woman, no condescension or anything else. I was a very good athlete and continued playing basketball and tennis. P.S. There were no rapes etc., and I was anything but forced to live female.

May 2010, 226 lbs. One year before my 3rd suicide attempt, then transition

Oct. 2011. Only a month or so into living full time, two and a half months into HRT, 210 lbs. and losing.

Dec. 2011, 200 lbs. I'm much, much happier than I look.

My mom and I, 84 and 57. I love my mom sooo much, after a lifetime of harsh treatment and believing to this day she hated me for being born male. I can't believe how close we are now. She's proud of me, ecstatic she finally has her daughter, and actually says that she wishes now that I would have been even more forceful in telling her and my dad how desperately I wanted to live female as a late teen, they would have let me transition in 1972-73. It's a nice thought, but I doubt it.

May 2012, 185 lbs.

Aug 16th 2012, my 58th birthday. I was at 175 lbs., and happier by the day
Sept. 2012, 1 yr. full time, 13 1/2 months HRT, stuck at 170 lbs.

Dec. 2012. Messing with my hair. My brother saw the pic and said, "typical woman, always playing with something 165 lbs. 61 lbs. lighter than the day after my last suicide attempt!