If I could go back.......oh that's an easy one, but probably at the time, near impossible....I would have told my mom at age 8, that I was born the wrong sex and that I need to change it, but 1965...
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If I could go back.......oh that's an easy one, but probably at the time, near impossible....I would have told my mom at age 8, that I was born the wrong sex and that I need to change it, but 1965...
Wish I had done it 35 years ago. The only things that holds me back is the mental block about my age.
I do not remember the last time I slept thru the night, probably decades ago. I will have to try that tonight, my boyshort panties and my very favorite sportsbra. Sounds like fun anyways.
DUI in 82, Oh you mean dressing, no.
Yo bub! Hey you! Mac! doesn't someone have their panties in a bind!
Yes, those are alot better then "Old fart, senior citizen, old dude"
I think it is entertainment, plain and simple. Much the same as going to a movie. If someone is talented enough to be able to make a living, more power to them.
I knew long ago, that I was born wrong, and I also know that to transition at my age now, for me, is out of the question. So I am good where I am now.
I love to see a great pair of tanned legs in a short skirt or a nice little bottom in a pair of tight jeans.
I didn't, God did, otherwise I would be either a healthy B or a small C, if I had my choice.
Wait! Don't leave us hanging, who won?
Always keep them guessing!!!
If it was totally accepted, getting up and dressing would be a snap. Killing the thrill, would be having to get up an hour earlier every day to do make-up and hair.
I would probably be some old overweight grandma, with boobs down to my knees, but I would hope not!
Welcome to the club Jesse! You will find loads of support here. Ask alot of questions, because there are many here that are going and have gone thru what you are experiencing now.
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Wow Julie, that is great news all the way around. Me, I have a slight fear of needles. It's a harmless fear, but enough to keep me out of an acupuncturist office. Come to think of it, jamming me...
Consider me selfish, but I'll be gone. It won't matter any more.
When I was 11 or 12, I knew I was Aubrey. By 14 I knew I needed to become Aubrey for the rest of my life and planned to move out of state at 18 and begin by transition. How everyday circumstances...