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 Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:57 am
feel free to share your journeys and story of victories and inspiration here. we are all different and had different situations of how we came out ect. so please respect everyone and don't flame or bash anyone's story or victory in the transition process after all we are all just people and we are all at different stages in life and transitioning.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:30 pm
Okay, where do I begin...
Well, if you were to see me right now, as I am externally, a 23 year old man sitting at a computer in the student lounge of my university, typing with my elbows sticking out, you would not suspect that I feel nothing like a man inside.
My hair is short and fuzzy, with wavy bangs. My eyebrows are thick. My eyes and lips are feminine, but I hide their femininity with a thin covering of facial stubble. I'm wearing an olive-green bomber jacket, black skinny jeans, and high-top blue sneakers. Little would you know, I have a pair of leggings in my backpack that I just bought, and can't wait to try on.
Today I started looking at bras and panties on amazon, and realized I didn't even know my sizes! So I logged out, restarted the computer (Allah forbid, my password should be saved...), and went to the student store in the main building of my campus. Today was the first day that I ever looked at hairbrushes and perfumes in a store. I found a pair of black-sand colored tribal pattern leggings, and a measuring tape. I waited until I was the only one in the store, and nervously fidgeted with my wallet wall I waited for her to scan everything.
I stole away into the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, took off my backpack and jacket, and hung them on the door-hook. Then I reached down and lifted up my sweater, and laid it over the door. To my surprise and delight, my hands instinctively went to cover my bare chest... For the first time, I knew what it was like to feel exposed around men. I waited for the sounds of hand-washing and door-opening to die down, and when I was finally alone, I clumsily slipped the tape around my chest and measured 36 inches. I continued with my waist and hips... 28' and 35'. No a**, but the way my back curves it looks as though I have one...
My hands are shaking right now as I type. I have a long, crazy road ahead of me...
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 5:25 pm
HdhI always fiddle with my hair because I still can't believe that it had actually been cut. I always felt felt happy when I get reminded about it, but when I lye on the floor of my room, I sadly get reminded that I have breasts. My elder sister wished she had my breasts since I'm a size c-36. Little do she know that I wish that I didn't have any at all.
So I sit and ponder for a moment. Thinking of what to buy for when I go clothes shopping again. Of course I would go straight to the mens department, but like always; my aunt would go and drag me on back to the ladies department. Every time she catches me there, I get dragged right back.
I try telling her, but she will forever keep being oblivious. So I make my own plans for after school so I could go shopping by myself. I'd feel so excited when I walk through aisle after aisle of cargos, boxers, and everything. ...it just made me feel comfortable.
I immediately would throw shirts, pants, cargos, and boxers straight into my basket and check them out in less than ten minutes. I've done it other times before, so I basically knew my sizes and what not. When get home and dump the clothes onto my bed and try them on; I can't help but look at myself in the mirror and think, "damn... I have a long way to go. " I've already ditched my birth name which was "Darryan Mia Bryant" to "Mark Bryant". Because I know to heart that this is what I truly am whether people like it or not.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 5:42 pm
Alright so here goes nothing... To start I'm Corey but you can call me Tuna.
Well, every morning I wake up, go to the bathroom. I never look at the mirror until I am ready to leave the house. I just can't stand what I see looking back at me. I get my clothes, and my binder and sports bra. I try my best to flatten my chest and look like a guy, but my breast are a 38D and that is a very difficult thing to do. Since I've gotten my new binder, it's working much better.
I go to school, and will only go the restroom in one building, because no one is every there. That is one thing that terrifies me, if I go in the women's I get stared at and possibly yelled at, in the men's I could get beat up or who knows what. Other than that all day I am comfortable just being myself and not having to hide .Then I work and have to go back to being a girl. I have to go by that dreaded name that I can't stand hearing, it gets me down, but then I remember, I have an amazing group of friends and a wonderful girlfriend who all love me for just being me and it helps me keep going day by day.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 8:37 pm
Miradjinn Haha, umm.... I feel kind of vain posting all these pictures! sweatdrop I guess I'm just excited because this is my first time in drag...
But, I borrowed a wig from my gay friend who sometimes dresses in drag, and I really like this picture... whee
I wouldn't call it drag. Drag is a performance art. At this moment in time, it's you exploring who you are.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 11:53 am
i've been male since i was born i never saw myself as female. but sadly my body betrayed me. i kept quite until i was out of school with my ged (i got bullied alot.) i first only came out to my best friend but she knew from the start and just waited until i was comfortable and came out. we have known each other for 10 years now almost 11. she knew right off the bat. the next person i told was my sister she had a feeling too before i told her. then i came out to my parents...they were shocked but told me no matter what they love me and will help me. i got lucky alot of people who are trans never get accepted. i started seeing a therapist shortly after. due to money problems i can only see him 2 times a month so things are moving slow. for my birthday i got a binder it helped a bit but it's still hard due to being large and big busted. (42 dd is hell) my family and friends sometimes call me the right things other times they slip up but they mean no harm by it even though it stings and hurts. they call me z or zato. been my nick name for years and hopefully soon my new name. i've dealt with alot just like the rest of you. and even though it hurts i push though because i have dreams and goals i need to reach. i know i'm not alone in this anymore. there is hope. we will all become the amazing men and woman we are on the inside. agian if anyone want's to talk ect. let me know =).
much love,
zato
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