Wow, what a welcome wagon! Thanks to everyone who replied, and awwww,
Kate brought flowers! My name is Tracey and I'm an alcoholic......no
wait, wrong meeting! My story is a bit different, I am 49 and always
lived happily as a man except for one thing. I was constantly
misidentified as a woman. "Paper or plasic, miss?" or "I can take you
on aisle 5, ma'am" It drove me crazy. (I can hear all my crossdressing
sisters throwing their hands up in the air right now!) So last year
around this time I had this crazy idea that if I couldn't get the world
to see me as male, then maybe with a bit of effort I could tilt the
scales and really look female. So before you could say "Ebay" I had an
outfit at my door, from wig to shoes. I put it all on and wobbled to
the mirror in my first steps ever in high heels. I know that I looked
like a streetwalker, but to me I was staring into the eyes of a
complete stranger, a beautiful woman, and her eyes were saying "Yes,
it's me! I'm here!" Since then I try to be Tracey every weekend, even
if only for a few hours. I wish I had discovered her earlier in my life
but no matter, now we are together or one on this journey. Sorry I
rambled, sincerely, Tracey P.S. I will be 25
years sober on March 4th, 2011
