My original name actually meant boy in a foreign language. My mother's name was Varona, removing the a from the end gives me my original name, Varon. Varon is the Spanish word for boy. It is pronounced the same as Varona, but without the a. One grandma even spelled it Varone. My other grandma,(maternal) expanded the name to Varonica.
My niece ended up with the name Varonica. While in the hospital with broken wrists, after a conversation with my sisters, it was decided that I could use Varonica for my Facebook page, as my niece did not use the name Varonica.
It gets very frustrating when other people tell me I'm pronouncing my name wrong, and it should be pronounced the same way as the Spanish word boy. Working with Mexicans, my name was a joke to them. They could call me boy. My dad knew a little bit of Spanish, and I wonder if he knew he was calling me boy.
It was a few years after my dad died that I changed my legal name to Michael. That was in 1984. The intention was to be Miss Michael. I needed two witnesses in court, and I didn't think they would approve of a female name. Michael is also pronounced Michelle.
My mother insisted that my birth name was Varon, and that was the name she would use. She also told others that they did not need to use the name Michael, as it was only for legal purposes.
About 20 years ago, I started coming out at work. At first it was making sure my shirt pockets were empty, and that reveled the fact that it was more that stuffed shirt pockets. I realized then that I was stuffing my shirt pockets to make me look more feminine. It shortly after that I started wearing a bra with breast forms. I was not hiding any of this from my mother. A rumor got started about me getting a sex change and my mother heard it. It was then that she had a talk with me about it. I was told that I had better think about for a very long time. I figured 40 or 50 years should be long enough.
I later went downstairs to the kitchen, forgetting to remove the ring that I was wearing. My mother grabbed my hand, looked at the ring, and without saying a word slapped my face. Everything got put into storage.
Today is Aug. 23, 2024, Tomorrow is a family reunion for part of the family. I do plan on attending, and wearing a skirt.
Last year I was unable to go, due to being in the hospital, and I had not yet gone out in public wearing a skirt. At that time quite likely I would have gone wearing jeans and having breast forms to make me a 38D.