Ditching Good for Better

 

JJ Hart with Ohio River.

As I made my way along my gender path, I was always looking to go from just good to better. 

I always wanted to present better as a girl my age all the way to moving like one and even doing my best to act like one. I did my best to be a keen observer of what the feminine gender around me was doing at all times.. If they were wearing mini-skirts, so should I was a prime example.

Sadly, I was hindered by my meager financial situation until I grew older and could afford more fancier accessories such as clothes and wigs. Even still, nothing was stopping me from pursuing my gender dreams of living as a woman. If only I could. That is where my path became more and more important. For example when I finally broke out of my closet and did all my own shopping, I learned the hard way what looked good on me and what did not. From there I could build on to my success and go from good to better.

I became especially good with my feminine business attire wardrobe. At thrift stores I managed to find a black pant's suit which paired nicely with heels or flats and my should length blond wig. I even had a wool full length coat to go with it for the winter time when I went shopping. For the warmer times of the year, I found a lime green business suit with a shorter skirt which I paired with pastel green opaque panty hose and matching kitten heels. I found I went from good to better either time of the year and presented relatively easier for the first time in my life. Gender euphoria at it's finest.

All of my fashion advances did not prepare me for face to face encounters with other women in the world. Chance encounters with store clerks were easy until I began to stop at restaurants to eat. I needed to order from a menu while at the same time doing my best to sound like another woman just having lunch away from her job. Until I gathered the confidence to practice it, the entire idea of talking like a woman was once of the most difficult things I had ever attempted.  I even went as far as going from good to better by taking vocal lessons to usher me into my transgender womanhood. 

I often think I inherited my drive to always do better from my parents. Nothing was ever good enough for them. If I had received a B in a class, why did not I get an A was the routine I grew up with. Imagine the irony my parents would have felt when they found I applied the same thought pattern to a gender issue they were very against. All I ever wanted was to be a woman, transgender or not and needed to work very hard to overcome my male bonds to do it. Plus I always felt if I was going to be successful as a transgender woman, I would have to try harder than the average woman to succeed. 

So along the way, I needed to not accept good and kept trying to achieve being better and better as a transgender woman. I wonder what my parents and my second wife would have thought of me now. Hopefully they would be happy for me, since I have arrived at the place I have always wanted to be in life. If I had done it sooner, I would have undoubtedly been an easier person to live with.