This is intended to be helpful and instructive with love, so I hope anyone censoring it will consider my motives first.

I found myself in an unbelievable situation today. I was in a group of genetic women that was talking about a Transgendered woman that has shown up in our Church. (All the while, they do not seem to realize that I am on, or at least Inter-sexed) Some of you have met me face to face and believe me sweet heart, I am not any Miss America. However, for reasons unclear to me, they do not question my existence.

Possibly the only thing that separates me from this other T girl is that I believe in the principles of the organization, and have perhaps been practicing a bit longer. Truthfully, she could pass better than I do, and she has a head of hair that I would calmly kill for.

I feel uncommonly blessed in my situation. In my mind, I was always a woman, and even when I was forced, upon pain of death, to be a man, my performance as one was completely bollocks.

So, finally I was essentially forced to transition in January of 2005. In many ways I am a perfectionist and first started with my voice, and spent about $180 on a professional voice coach. My voice did not bend to my will right away. It took about 4 years to get the pitch up within the normal female range. But the inflection and speech patterns were largely already there. Much to my surprise, I found out the other day, that when pushed, I can still get down low enough to fracture road pavement if my ire is kindled. So, no excuses about voice pitch.

The next part is deciding who we are going to be. I had about 6 months of wild and crazy exhibitionism, and a couple of my escapades led to my taking HIV tests for almost a year. After the trauma of contemplating my mortality for almost a year, I decided that the wild life was not for me. The guilt was crushing.

It was right after that when I went into Islam, and in that time, learned to be a very modest and meek woman. Actually, the cloaks that women wear in Islam were great camo for me, and let me clomp around and do stupid things whilst under a tent where no one could see. I did however absolutely believe in Islam at the time. This was actually more fitting to my personality anyhow. In that time, I did my utmost to learn to apply makeup like a woman my age, learn to move like a woman, learn to talk about the things that women do, and to my great surprise seem to have learned those lessons really well.

The next thing that happened is what is most amazing to me. My belief system is of the utmost importance to me, and if that is offensive to anyone, you should stop reading now.

Briefly, After I left Islam, I struggled about that decision for a long time, but it is done now. Much to my extreme amazement, I am absolutely accepted in this new group. My past is never mentioned, except to my Bishop, and he is absolutely supportive. I do my level best to fit in with the other women, dressing like they do, putting very little make up on, being quiet and considerate to others, being helpful, and generally being a women's team player. The life suits me perfectly. I have taken a vow of celibacy, and intend to devote my life to this fulfilling work.

So, about 6 weeks or so, in walks a trans-woman. She's wearing almost a quart of makeup, to include painted on moles on her face, over stated,formal clothing, and generally NOT being a team player. She's caught in the situation where "it's all about her". Hey, I had my phase of that, and I am sure that most of us have. I do not know the figures on how long it takes us to get worn to the saddle. I well know what it is like to start out doing this however!

Worse yet, when she contributes to a discussion, her contributions are not on subject, and draw attention to herself. She refuses to accept any direction on make up and other things. One thing she needs to accept is that women who have D or E breasts sag. Hers are rice in a plastic bag. She is about my size, so a nice size B or C bust is more natural. Most women in this group have had 6-8 breast fed children and have huge busts, so these ladies know about breasts. Someone who shows up with large high breasts don't convince them.

The discussion amongst the women today make me feel deeply sad. They were not viscous, but all voiced unease about being around her, especially with being hugged by her, which is the norm in our group.

So, to t folk I offer this council. Decide who you want to be as soon as you can. It took me years, and it is my prayer that the rest of you can do this much faster than I did. I was particularly inglorious at first.

Church is not a night club. So, if you go to a church wear minimal makeup that matches. Wear modest clothing that is not too trendy. Decide what your reasons for going into a church are. If your reasons for going are to make a show of yourself... well maybe that is not going to work out.

There is a literal plethora of the disenchanted and those abused by churches doing what they ought not. I can not make apology for that because it was not I that did it. Why it is working out for me I offer no explanation except that God himself did it, for me for reasons I do not understand. I can only hope and pray that those who follow my steps have as many blessings. With that I end this "treatis". :)