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Imagine ... a little girl ...
yeah, she has a growth between her legs that has led to her being given a male name, but she's as girly as any girl born with a double x.
Then something so horrible happens to her, she runs inside herself, and tries to hide, tries to create a male persona who can do what she cant.
But it doesnt work. Every time she turns around, bit of girl leak out, and no amount of cursing or praying can keep it contained completely.
People notice, but not knowing the truth, they misunderstand them,
Then, one day, the girl finally steps out, and finds that the big bad world isnt as scary as she thought it was.
That she could be herself, now, and forever.
You would forgive her if she has a biggest smile on her face that ever was, wouldnt you?
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Dorothy...
Short and cute. But sometimes we have to wait a long time to let her out - like 40 or 50 years so not a little girl but an oversized old woman.
I know whereof I speak.
Thanks.
Ruth
May the sun always shine on your parade
Dottie. ..
You talking about Jaci again? (LOL). Hugs, Popcorn Lady!
(I Know it's you too!)
NOT you too!
sputter spit...
I'm not a murl.....
I mean I am a mirl....
I mean...
Hi, Dottie,
That sounds like my story, too. I might have hid myself as a man better, but most anyone I met knew I was odd. I was always attracted to wimyn, but except around college aged, I was very shy, too. I doubt that I acted gay at all. In places like at work, people knew I was athletic, mainly running and bicycling, no "game" type sports. I was 6', pretty lean, spoke fairly well, impressed many with my knowledge, I think, but was introverted and often a loner. I think very few guessed that I'd go home and crossdress very often and had TG fantasies in my head much of the time, if I wasn't involved in something else.
I also had lots of "gender euphoria" while I was transitioning and just after.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
I think she's talking...
About me this time! LOL ;)
Not quite actually... I never really had a super traumatic event I don't think. Certainly not like many here have. I just was always a studious type, so turned to books, specifically my parents medical encyclopedia anthology, to try to figure out why I felt different, and when the books failed to give me any other answer than "you're a boy dangit!" I then turned inwards and hid.
MAYBE, it does seem likely, that the time I turned to the books was around the same time as my second eldest sister left home. But that's about as traumatic as it gets for me... I'm told I WAS quite attached. Couldn't tell it now... We barely acknowledge each other exists. And she doesn't know about me. Still. I'll tell her eventually... But I have the feeling she'll respond the same way my sister just older than I, who I actually REMEMBER being closely attached to, did. Total complete rejection.
Abigail Drew.