Not sure if this is the right place, but I will start my story here.
As far back as I can remember like 5 or 6. There were no little boys in my neighborhood, but a cute liittle girl lived next door. I remember one day she said I'll show you mine if you will show me yours. Of course we did. I was interested. why I had this ugly thing sticking out and she was smothe. When I would play with her we would play house and she let me wear some of her little dresses. Wow I liked all of the frill and her panties were frilly also.
Ok. Through grammer school I would ocasionaly sneek over to her house and wear some of her clothes that were on the line. I would return them later.
Junior High. I had a girl friend. It was hot and heavy at times. I still had the urge to experiment. I would go to her house when they weren't home and try some of her clothes on and jack off in her panties. What a thrill. I started wearing makup when no one was home. That was even more fun.
High School. Was begining to wonder just what and who I was. I was growing my hair as long as the school would permit boys to do so. I was getting good with the makup procedure. At that young age it really did not take that much. I remember the first time I went out in girls apparel (10th grade)was at a Halloween party at the school. I was something to see. I shaved everything. Legs, arms, face. I was smothe as silk except for some razor cuts all over. I look as good as some of the girls. Some of the unsuspecting guys asked me to dance and I did. One mistake. The wig fell off and everyone stood there laughing at me and the guy I was dancing with. He was pissed and punched me in the gut. I tried to gracefully pick up my wig and leave before anything else started. From that day on I was labled a ->-bleeped-<-, queer, and some other names.
Buy 12th grade I was really confused. Graduated and got the heck out of that school.
I am 18. I started dating again. Just for looks. My girl friend worked as an assistant for a doctor. When she would close up sometime at nights I would meet her there. I found a huge shelf full of sample birth controll pills. I would take one or two months supplys at a time. They were never missed. I think in a few months I had enough for a couple of years. I know this is dangerous, so you don't have to lecture me.
I started taking them. There was a definite change going on.
19 years old now. Started college. Taking up drafting. I joined a gay sorority. At this point I did not know what I was. The people in school left us alone. Kind of like the plague, but that was ok. One of my roomies found out I was on birth control pills, and asked if I wanted something stronger. I asked what. They worked at a pharmacy and had access to salesmans samples. I started taking estrogen. Wow what a difference. My breast really started to grow. I had nipples. What else could you ask for. I tried lost of stuff. I liked the changes. I think I finally know who I am, and where I want to go. The changes were dramatic.
Graduated from college. Took a job with a firm run by 2 guys. Found out later they were gay. Yes they noticed me as well. I was well on my way to tranisitioning. When we would work late at night they would come to my desk and flirt. One asked if I was gay. I said no. He persued the issue and wanted to know why I looked so feminine. I decided to open up to them. I told them I wanted to be a woman some day. They said they could help. Being young I jumped at the chance. They payed for all of my electrolysis, and some out patient surgery. Little did I know they had a motive. Yep they wanted a three some. I did play along for a while. My boobs where starting to get pretty big. I asked if I could start comming to work as a woman. They were fine with that and they sent out a memo stating that I was going to be transitioning to a womans roll, and to treat me with respect and honor my privacy. My desk was moved to a quieter place. I finally got tired of the situation. I was not gay in my mind I was a girl. I decided to leave the firm for a simpler life.
I got into real estate, and made some very good investments. One of which is the ranch I live on now. I finally decided to see a real doctor about becoming a woman. I was scolded for the abuse I put my body through. Well It has been a little over 2 years now on HRT by a real doc. I do hope to have SRS this year. I do exersize twice a day to keep the fem look, and suspect I will have to forever, along with a few other forever things.
Hope I have not borred anyone
Deb
