MY STORY
By the time I was 7 I knew that I was different At 12 I knew that I was born in the wrong body I would pray each night that I would have breasts. At 13 my dad caught me wearing my sisters clothes, He was some kind of upset (this was back in the fifties) he took me to the family doctor who after talking to me said I was just going through a phase. I didn't tell him that I felt that I was a girl. The feeling kept getting stronger until I was wearing my sisters bras still wishing that could grow boobs. Remember this was the fifties and sixties and the medical information about transgender was very limited. I married at 21 because that is what you did back then. We adopted two children when they were 5 and 7 we divorced. I did remarry to a woman who knew my history. At 52 I finally found a doctor that was willing to put me on HRT with out going through all of psychology stuff. That was 22 years ago My wife and I have a platonic relationship. Since I have lost 60 lbs. there is no denying that I have a female body even when dressed as man( I am often call mamm) my wife is ok with me wearing a bra for support (there is no hiding them any way) and dressing as a woman at home. Her two adult children are ok with me being female, but mine are not. We still talk but when I am with then I have to dress as male (it hurts). Her children live close by; when we go kayaking or swimming I wear a two-piece suit. That is when I truly feel feminine.! I have not been able to afford SRS, plus I am too old now. This is the first time that I have put my story down on paper! Ps: this is the short version!
