Bob
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I was called Bob when I was a man. I always thought of myself as a regular guy. I was quiet, I suppose – not one to stand out. I could never be overtly gay. I think that requires a little more courage than I had. I just wanted life without drama or conflict. I was always a gentle person. I still am.

I hung around with other guys who were always more outgoing than me. I was the shy one, as they might call me. They would send girls in my direction – girls who don’t mind hanging out with somebody a little more introspective.

So, I had the chance to enjoy sex with women, and I like it well enough, but I cannot say that I was good at it. I preferred that a girl take a more dominant role. It was just my way.

I was never into feminine things as a boy, but I suppose that as I spent more time with women, I began to realize what looked good on a woman. It struck me that women have more choice on how they appear, and also how they behave.

It always seemed to me that my personality was more suited to the feminine gender than the masculine one. I am not saying that women should be passive, but I am.

I cannot even remember the first time that I put on a dress. All I remember was that when I did it was like a weight falling away and allowing me to float just above the ground. I found myself able to move and spin around with my skirts billowing. It just felt right.

When I started on hormones I ended up growing an impressive bust. My doctor told me that I was unusually responsive. I suppose that convinced me that I was really meant to be a woman, and it was something that I could not hide.

It set me on a path that I never even knew existed. I had no real interest in things transgender before I found myself fully immersed in it. But once I had tried living as a woman, I knew I had found where I belonged.

I was called Bob – now I wear a bob. I have my own style. Nothing flashy, mind you. I am a quiet sort of girl.

I am sure there is a man out there for me.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2023