Originally Posted by
Natalie Sweet
[size=2]Just throwing a few thoughts into the melting pot here.
Since I started crossdressing all those, er, months ago, I have had a clear thought in my mind: that I am a woman trying to gain rightful control of a body that was commandeered 60 years ago by a man. Once released, the feminine drive became so strong that it has relegated my male element to a poor second place, and I have been happier than at any time in my life.
But I’m not a woman, I never will be. Even if I were to go for full hormone treatment, SRS and behave and dress as a woman 24/7, I could not overcome the years of manhood that are an inerasable part of my construction. Oh, if it had been done 40 years ago, that might be different, but it wasn’t. It’s not that I don’t feel very feminine, when I slip into girlie mode, I do. But then I pass a mirror (* shock *) or forget to modulate my voice (* drone *) or need to go to the toilet, and the façade drops.
So I have reached a milestone in my crossdressing walk of life, one which I reckon a huge number of my beloved sisters reached long ago but maybe thought it was too obvious to bother giving it a name. I have happily embraced the fact that I am androgynous, one of the middle sex, neither man nor woman, both man and woman.
I never was a manly man, I always hated soccer, always preferred female conversation to male, always cried at movies, but I’m not a real woman either (a fairly good imitation of one, sometimes, but not a GG by any standard). No, I am something in between, I am one of the third sex, a genetic eunuch, an androgyne.
This doesn’t change anything, except to give me some peace of mind. I shall carry on down the same road with the same objectives. But it helps me to understand myself better, and to see that road more clearly, and where it is taking me.
Anybody feel the same?
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