Just Another Lonely Day

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Throughout most of my life, I was desperately lonely, as I had no one to fall back on as I explored my gender issues.

Growing up in a rural area, I started with just a
small circle of kids I interacted with and it rarely grew significantly, so again I was stuck with why I felt the way I did about myself. All I knew was I had a difficult time interacting with the boys at all and the girls seemed as if they were some unreachable magical creatures I knew nothing about.  While all of this was happening, all I could do was carve out my own little world where I was a pretty girl in front of the mirror in mom’s clothes and makeup.

Little did I know how those humble cross-dressing beginnings would come back to influence my life later. In fact, forever. As I grew, I became more skilled in using makeup and finding clothes which I could fit into when I outgrew moms. Then, the more I cross-dressed, the more I wanted to. Which did nothing for my extreme loneliness. It seemed to me; I would never find a way out and really did not until I hit my late high school and college days. What happened was, a group of girls at high school learned that a friend of theirs did not have a date to the junior prom and I did not either and matched us up for the evening. After a successful date, I was not so lonely when another friend of mine set me up with a single girl he knew and suddenly, I was a socialite as I entered college. In truth, deep down I was still the deeply conflicted person I always had been.

Amazingly, my early college years were so intense that I forgot about my gender issues for six months or so before they crept back in. When they did, they became as intense as they were before I left for college and stayed that way until they were put on my back burner when the military draft caught up to me when I graduated. For a while I was engaged to a woman I knew from college until she left me just before I was due to report to Ft. Knox for Army basic training leaving me completely alone again. When my fellow soldiers were getting mail from wives and girlfriends, I was getting an occasional letter from mom. At the least, I appreciated her efforts and once again I was back to being used to being intensely alone.

All along I wondered what my military time would do to my gender issues. Would they go away temporarily like they did in college or not was my question. The answer I was looking for did not take long to become evident to me. No my gender dysphoria was not going away and in fact, tools I had learned in the Army just made my dysphoria stronger. For example, I became more confident in myself as I had a better idea of what I could survive and I spent hours of what spare time I had daydreaming of what I would do with my feminine self once I had served my three years.

It was not very long after I was discharged that I gathered the courage to ask my first wife to marry me. Since she was in the Army too with me for over a year, she had witnessed my Halloween party costume at a hospital party we had went to with friends. Plus, my later confession to three friends plus her that I was actually a transvestite and my costume went a lot deeper than it looked. She also turned out later be the mother of my first and only child and the marriage did last several years until I fell madly in love with my second wife.

Oddly enough it was another Halloween party which allowed me to confess to her my deep dark secret that I was a cross-dresser. It turned out that she did not care which was the case for the twenty-five years we were married. Until I began to transition into a transgender woman. Just before she passed away from a massive heart attack. During those years we had our share of good times and bad times somehow, we always made it through, and she never knew how much of a role model she was to me when I went my separate way as a trans woman. Following her untimely death at the age of fifty.

When she passed, I went into a lonely shock I had not felt through the majority of my life. I could not understand why I was having to start all over again in my mid-fifties and search for another relationship. And furthermore, which direction would I take with the gender issues I had during my life. By this time, I was well ahead of my goal to possibly live as a transfeminine person. I had major decisions to make in my life, so I kept on searching for answers. To start with, I tried dating ciswomen again as a man which failed miserably and at the same time, get more serious in my explorations ss a trans woman which I found to be a natural social release for me.

By the time a couple more years of wasting valuable time went by, I was sitting by myself enjoying my new company and I thought why was I not living like this all the time? How stupid could I be not to take advantage of what I had learned in the world so far as a transgender woman. Most importantly, my lifetime’s dream of living as a woman was within reach, and I was not taking advantage of it.

From that point forward I put together a timetable to give away my remaining male clothes and pursue HRT therapy. There would be no turning back from that point forward. I was tired of the gender struggle and loneliness I was enduring. I was afraid if I did not make the change now, I never would have the chance.

You might say I played the odds and they came out in my favor but on the other hand, I researched the odds extensively before I did it.