My mom was "sure" she was having a boy.
She nicknamed me "Tarzan" cause apparently I moved a lot.

That's all I know.

I was identified as a boy, to the best of my knowledge. However, after coming out to my mum, she told me a little story that had always stuck with her, and that she felt might be sort of relevant. There was a nurse at the hospital where she had me who played a little game with the newborns. She'd look at them and try to guess whether they were boys or girls. She had worked there for a good twenty-five years and was apparently really, really good at it, so she couldn't believe it when she told my mum that I had to be a girl, only to be met with a shake of the head. It was probably just a coincidence, but it was a cute story, and it's nice to think that one of the first people who ever saw me looked at me and saw a baby girl. ^^

Quote from: Nathan. on March 18, 2011, 08:20:42 PM
My mum wanted to be surprised but loads of people told her she was having a boy from the way she was carrying me.

My mom was sure I'd be a girl for the same reasons.  In her words, she said she knew I was in a different position after nine months then my older brother was so I had to be a girl.  It was only when I was a breech birth that she understood why it felt different that whole time.

my mom was DEAD SET on having a girl, almost to the point of obsession.    she often says the only thing she ever wanted to do is have a little girl and take care of her family. before she even knew whether i was going to be a boy or a girl, she decorated my room in girls colors and bought girls clothes, to my dad's dismay since he really did not want to redecorate the room if i was a boy.  when she did the home gender test thing, it said i was a girl, and then the ultrasounds confirmed that i have a girl's body at least.     sometimes i wonder if i was going to be a boy, but somehow my mom just forced it.  i know that's not possible, lol, i just like to think about it.  i'm more than a bit worried about coming out to her.

i wish i had a story more like most of the people here, and my mom had thought i was going to be a boy.  but i guess with my mom i didn't have a chance. 

My story is a little bit backwards from the majority...  My mom KNEW I was going to be a boy; never a question about it.  However, my dad wanted a girl, and was convinced that I would be one.  He had even picked out the name Suzanne for me.  I have never heard any of the stories about when I was actually born...  Which makes me wonder what no one is talking about; come to think about it, no one in my family has ever talked about when I was born...  I must investigate this...

They told my mom I was to be a boy, both my parents wanted a boy.. and just to be sure they gave me one of the most overtly masculine impossible to turn female first and middle name. It like many stories here is ironic because I never looked, sounded or had any of the instincts of a boy or a man.

As I got older the more overtly female my body and voice developed even though I was happy wearing boys clothes, doing boys things and for the most part hate girly female activities. The only female friends I had had the same disinterest in girly stuff. When I cut my hair I and spoke masculinely I was mistaken as a lesbian, but it suited my mannerisms so I lived like that most of my late teens/early 20s.

However since my earliest memories at age 2 I knew my assigned gender was a big f**king mistake and that it was severely destroying my ability to enjoy life. Strangers only treated me like garbage when they saw and ID with my old fallacious name and gender ID.

At the age of 23 with the face, body shape and voice of a women... and still being pegged as such with certainty by strangers, combined with being completely asexual with severe intimacy issues; I knew it was time to drop the act.

Took my parents a lot longer, they had been going 'la la la la la' with their ears plugged for a long time, but they understand and know I had no choice and the act was spent.