Five Years Gone

Author’s note: this is a story of a possible future, and a bleak one at that. Take care reading it.

Hey guys, its Dot. Sorry its been so long since I’ve been on, but I’ve only just recently been allowed Internet privileges, and it took me a while to convince the Powers That Be to let me have the time away from therapy to post this update.

I look around at this place, and I can’t help wondering how the heck I ended up in here. How did things go so bad, so quickly?

I guess it all started when I lost my job at Wal-mart. I really couldnt even blame my transition for my job loss, it was just me doing what I’ve done my whole life, male or female - mess things up.

It took me about six months of fruitless looking for a replacement job to realize the truth.

I had finally run out of chances.

Then the second blow hit. My mom had a stroke. The stress of having to do an awful job, and be the sole support in our household due to my failings caught up to her.

She survived, more or less.

I talked my brother into setting her up in his basement, and for a while taking care of her gave me a reason to keep fighting. Well, her, and my daughter, of course.

Until both of those reasons were taken away from me.

First, my ex finally realized how feminine I looked now, and we had the blow-up I had been dreading since I first told her I felt more like a woman than a man. It didnt matter a hill of beans that legally I had the right to access to my daughter. My ex did exactly what she wanted, and I lacked the financial resources to fight her. The result was as predicable as the morning sunrise.

Its now been almost six years since I last saw my own child face to face.

Then, before I could even really process that loss, my mom had a second stroke, and died. With my mom gone, my brother decided he wanted me to, in his words, “grow up” and leave Dorothy behind me.

A month later, I was looking for a new place to live.

Finally I ended up in this place, and I’ll probably be here for a while longer. They're looking into some kind of half-way house situation, but my transition makes placing me rather hard. I guess that’s the one good thing I got going for me right now. They respect my desire to be a woman, and are even are continuing my hormone treatments.

Who knows, they may even pay for my SRS.

I better sign off for now, my time is just about up. I’ll try and give you guys some kind of update when I can.

Super hugs from Dorothy.

Ten Years Gone

Author's note. This is the counterpoint to my last story, "Five years Gone." Its a little bit more hopeful, I hope you like it.

Well, well, well. I just looked at the membership file, and I can’t believe its been a decade since I became a member of this site. Boy, has a lot changed in that time, huh? Especially for me. Who would have believed the scared person who still believed she could “cure” herself of wanting to be a woman would be where I am now?

First and foremost, I need to thank everyone who sent good wishes to me and my new bride on our wedding. It wasnt the biggest wedding in history, but it was nice. Of course, the best part was being in matching wedding gowns.

As well as matching things underneath.

I can’t believe how blessed I’ve become. Just when things were at their wost, my beautiful bride came into my life, and turned everything around.

I am beyond grateful for her.

With her by my side, I was able to finally make peace with my past, and start planning a future. She got me to believe in myself, and thanks to her, I’m now a published author, whose books have done pretty good considering trans stuff isnt exactly mainstream.

Of course, it isnt all good news. While Mom was able to attend the wedding, she’s still not used to needing a wheelchair to get around. And of course my ex refused to have anything to do with the whole thing, but that was to be expected.

She’s never really recovered from the divorce or the fact that Samantha chose to live with me, rather than her. Having Sam and my bride at my side when I went for my SRS made the all the trouble it took to get to that point worthwhile.

Of course, I would be remiss if I didnt remember to thank all my friends here, who have played such a big part in helping me get to this point in my life. And rest assured I’m not going anywhere, I’ll keep popping in, now and again, keeping you guys in the loop, and paying back for some of that support by being a support to all of you.

Well, I better sign off for now, but like I said, I’ll be on as often as I can.

Hugs and blessings from Dorothy. (and family)