Stopping when You are Ahead

 

JJ Hart. Girls Night Out.
I am top left. 

Somehow, I never learned to stop when I was ahead when I was growing up. Or, as my parents always said, I tried when I was given an inch, I always tried to take a mile.

That whole idea really manifested itself when I began to explore my gender desires and start to cross-dress in my mom’s clothes. As I perceived myself to be successful with one new look, I always wanted more very soon. I could not stop when I was ahead and kept on pushing the boundaries of danger when I cross-dressed at home in the bathroom. Even if my brother was home too. I was risking what I had of the young male life I thought I needed to protect.

Somehow, my guardian angel was looking over me as I never got caught as a kid with my cross-dressing activities and I simply wanted more than I could get most of the time such as a nice, fashionable wig. Rather than the Halloween store wigs I was stuck with. Due primarily to financial constraints. During this time of my life, I was stuck with just being able to dream of what my life could be like when I grew into a more complete transfeminine person. It turned out to be a long (decades) away from coming true. Take wigs for example. When I finally arrived at the point where I financially could afford it, I went overboard on haunting the local wig stores around me looking for just the right wig which I thought would be the perfect addition to my hair collection to allow me to present better in the world. As I did it, mostly all that I accomplished was acquiring quite the collection of potential drag clown wigs which I did not have the patience and/or knowledge to take care of.

At that point, I could not stop when I was ahead or behind my quest to be at least an attractive woman. Every time I experienced the least little bit of gender euphoria when I went out in public, it fired me up and encouraged me to do more. Unfortunately, that meant taking extra chances with my actions and ultimately my safety. I needed to learn the hard way what ciswomen were raised to know about not putting yourself into potentially dangerous situations. I barely lucked it out when I escaped situations with no harm to me, so I essentially did not have to stop when I was ahead as a trans woman. I just had to be wiser when my male privileges were stripped away such as the personal security privilege men inherently have.

As I emerged as a wiser novice transgender woman, the reality of what I was attempting set in and I could not stop. Even if I was ahead. I began to set up a stairstep approach to my male to female feminization process which would I hoped, give me a more in-depth look at a woman’s life behind the gender curtain. Which I had spent countless hours thinking about. I started to consider all the things I wanted to discover as a woman that I had dreamed of as a man which led me to set up my own transgender mental bucket list of things to do. Basically, I set up activities at levels of difficulty. So, when I accomplished one I did not have to stop and move to another. Using the women’s room was a prime example of sliding behind the gender curtain and using a women’s only space. I knew a little of what to expect from my days as a restaurant manager when I needed to monitor how the women’s room was kept for problems I could encounter. Not starting from scratch helped me to survive in my new world with cis women.

Fortunately, I spent much of my time in the world successfully as I learned the basics of how ciswomen live. By doing so, I simply could not quit and kept on trying new things. My bucket was quickly being worn out by the challenges I was facing. Mainly by meeting the number of women who showed interest in me. I have always thought they were just curious about what I was doing in their world and was I living my life the best I could in the girls’ club. In my case, I was different and hopefully presented the best of the two main binary gender worlds as I socialized with many different women who seemingly were happy to see me.

By this time in my life, I simply could not stop what I had started as far as chasing my femininization process. It involved doing a deep dive into how women communicate and compete with each other, among other important things. Probably, communication was the most difficult aspect of my transition to learn. For the first time in my life as a transwoman, I needed to listen closely and completely to what was being said to me for hidden meanings and nonverbal cues. Then, as far as competition as a woman was concerned, I needed to learn that women compete just as hard as men. Just on a whole different spectrum of passive aggressive actions and reactions. Believe me, I learned the hard way a number of times when I made the wrong move and needed to watch my back from a smiling face who was out to get me.

Once I succeeded in learning all of my feminine lessons, my confidence was at a all time high. Especially with the small group of lesbian friends I had build around me by sheer luck. They ended up protecting me during my fragile times I was learning the final ropes of what it would take to round myself out as a transgender woman. By this time, my inner self could take over after being buried all those years and end up running my life’s goal that she always had a hand in. After waiting all those decades to live, she no longer had to stop while she was ahead. She was home and I was a whole person.