Prom Date

On occasion my restless spirit will scan the "zillion" channel television service (I pay too much for ) for something good to watch.
I failed and ended watching yet another "angst" ridden prom movie. Doesn't matter which one. They are all the same.
As I watched, I thought how great I felt to not be that age again. Then I tried to remember what the experience was like.
First of all, I was not the social hit in high school. I transferred to the biggest school in my county from one of the smallest in the 10th grade. Culture shock was a gentle term compared to walking into a school of 1600 kids at the age of 14. For once, the desire to run home and put on girls clothes was the least of my problems.
For three years I did stay basically invisible and made good enough grades to get into a pretty good private college and went to my Junior and Senior Proms.
My junior prom was basically the girl choosing me because she needed a date.  She was my first real date and seemingly we had a good time but never went out again. I do remember not really wanting to wear her dress.
My senior prom was much different. I was socially active and had a steady girlfriend from the other high school in town. Interestingly my time with her was one of the few times in my life I didn't think about being the other gender. She was tall and blond and my old "60" Chevy Convertible just happened to be running good. The
big night included visits to both proms and dinner of course in a supper club in Dayton.
Looking back over the years, I guess my biggest fantasy was how it would be to have the guy be embarrassed to find a spot to pin the bouquet on my strapless gown.
Ironically I never reached that point but I did get a chance to go back to the very same supper club decades later. It closed and reopened as a gay venue and as such I had many chances to visit the very same women's bathroom my date used so many years ago.  I stopped and carefully adjusted my makeup the way I imagined she did. We spent the summer together before I left for college and she became serious about finding a husband in the Vietnam War era.
Tragically, my date committed suicide years later. Rumor had it she was depressed over losing her looks and husband again. (2nd marriage). How sad she couldn't have felt worth in herself as a woman past the mirror.
So much for just watching a harmless prom movie.
Here's the only other "catch" in the 8th grade. I broke my collarbone playing football. The doc said he was just going to stabilize it and it would heal. The quote was "he won't be wearing a low cut dress anyhow"!
Wow was he wrong!

Pre Spring Cleaning of Email Box

Feels like spring in February here so I thought I would go back through some old stories and bundle them up and pass them along.
The first is about "Andy Cass" in the UK who tried a "do it yourself" sex change.
Forunately Andy survived it and is now "Kirsty".

The next story is about a fork lift driver who retired two years early after sex change surgery.
I'll pass along more as the "cleaning" continues!

"Lizzie's Retirement Party"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is It Hot In Here?

It was very hot in here for about five minutes or so yesterday about 6 pm.
I was coming back inside from an unseasonably warm February day in my winter part of the world.
Took off my coat and sat down and BOOM!
I literally felt this rush of energy that went entirely to my face and I felt as if I was sitting looking up at a hot July summer sun at noon. My face and only my face was burning up but curiously, I wasn't sweating.
I thought maybe this was the start of the little known curiosity called "spontaneous combustion". Maybe you've read the stories of someone who was sitting in their easy chair one moment and the next thing you (or they) knew they were a pile of ashes.
Well, since I'm sitting here writing this-I didn't self combust.
What I did have was my first "hot flash". I know now a little of what my genetic female friends were talking about over the years. Wow!
It was quite the experience and left me feeling quite "warm and fuzzy" after the heat subsided.
Obviously, the hormones are doing their job!

New Picture.

I should say a different picture.
In an effort to provide you with a visual of the blond look I'm now in love with, I changed the blog's main picture.
More important than being in love with the style myself, the public seems to be responding well too.
The other night I even got to feel like a cougar after being approached by two much younger guys!

Transgendered Valentine?

Why not but is it time yet?
Read up on one idea by following this link in the "Rainbow Times".
In the meantime get your best red lipstick and a big "SMOOTCH" ready!

The "Third" Gender?

I'm passing along a post I wrote on another site in response to a "third gender" question.
I really dislike labels and even adding a new one but here was my response:

"Back in the day" I really never considered myself as a member of a third gender.
I was merely a guy who enjoyed being a girl on occasion and was told I did it rather well.
As life progressed, I found I was much more than a guy in a dress.
I also found I didn't fit in all of the so called transgendered groups.
Discovered I was too much girl for the crossdressers and not enough girl for the transsexuals.  Overally interested men figured I was sexually promiscuous as some gay men or drag queens tend to be. Lesbian or straight women were for the most part just wary and stand offish.
In the midst of all these problems, it occurred to me I was a third gender.
I thought and acted more and more feminine. Innately I was attracted to a softer life with music and even developed a love for "chick flicks."
So here I was, starting estrogen and feeling female changes in my physical body but still remaining a biological male.
Of course ancient Native American cultures (as well as others) believed and even looked up to "dual gender" individuals.  Increasingly, I became more than an interested observer of the cultures-I believed in their gender ideas. Why? Because I was living the life of a Third Gender person more and more.
Casual acquaintances ask me why their opposite gender mates think a certain way and  I am developing a whole new circle of friends who respect me- for me. Curiously, I'm at the same place I always was in the transgendered community with many.
Perhaps it's all just too complex for them or me to understand!"

Brazil Supports Transgendered Subway Riders

The Brazilian state of São Paulo, in partnership with the
São Paulo City Metro (subway), have launched a campaign to combat
homophobia throughout their subway stations. The campaign entitled,
See beyond prejudice. Respect differences aims to increase respect
toward, and decrease discrimination against, LGBT people living in Sao
Paulo. The first stage of the project combats discrimination and
prejudice against transgender people, as well as dissemination of a
law that punishes homophobic behavior and discrimination within the
state of Sao Paulo.

All 58 subway stations are covered with the bright posters that
feature pictures of transgender women. The poster copy reads, “Look,
Look again, and see beyond prejudice. I am trans, I have the right to
be who I am.”

I wonder can transgendered people use the rest rooms too in "Sao Paulo" or is that an American paranoia?

Reinvention

You can teach an old dog new tricks!
Over the past month or so I have written concerning the physical part of my transgendered journey and tossed the social aspects into the background.
Interestingly, I am teaching myself new "trans" tricks.
As sure as I was of my "socialization" as a woman over the past couple of years or so, I found a whole new world again.
My latest "new trick" is to have a very definite confidence of who I am. What you see is what you get.
If you think I'm a "vision" of lovlieness I'm flattered. If you don't? Who cares?
I know I'm absolutely sure I do the best I can on presenting myself as a woman- who cares about her appearance. That knowledge alone is giving  me a certain level of confidence. Now the knowledge of future  hormonal changes will help me along even more.
For the longest time, I was happy of who I am. Now I'm becoming transgendered proud!

A "Loose" Woman?

When does being loose become a slight jiggle?
Years ago I saw a show about two young transgendered women. One of the trans women said she knew she was really on a female path when she went down a flight of steps and felt her breasts actually jiggle.
At this point I am not near to the "jiggle" point but I am at the loose point.
What I mean is I can feel a certain "overhang" I have never felt before in the breast area-what I perceive as the very beginning of a jiggle.
I am to the point where I can "cup" my breasts in my hands and feel a size increase. In addition I'm seeing a definite increase in the size of my "Areola" around increasingly sensitive nipples.
If the size and shape of my developing breasts are determined by my Mom's genetics, can I blame her for making me a "loose" woman?

Crossdressing On Indian TV

I came across a sizeable amount of crosdressing video clips from another site I'm on from Indian television.
All are interesting and impossible for me to understand completely but are good.
Of particular interest are the "Adam vs Madam" episodes.
In my opinion is episode #4 which I have highlighted.
The guy in this episode is one of the most attractive makeovers in the series. In the episode he is in a coffee shop dressed as a woman.  The camera's catch a real uncertainty in him which we have all felt as a woman in public.  The scene is about halfway through the video.

Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Kam
Abeer dresses like Rashmi for a skit to enact her love with Madhav.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k803Ij6WAL0

Sarabhai vs Sarabhai
Kishore and Monisha imagine Sahil as their cousin Chanda Rani.
Later, Nayeesha arrives from spain who looks exactly like Sahil.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3Yyt9ZFeDU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wirQjpQmrpM

Rang Badalti Odhani
this is just a male actor playing female role for one episode
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2CwCkrOLkE

[v] Adam v/s Madam
there were few contestants who were pretty

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTj3v8EEBW4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4avaRlORbM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvPBir-x_W4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ee9Qiiu-etQ     ****
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNY5pjd3WkU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mJ6V5adsuI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx8SiZIBfAs

Future Promise!

I never thought it would be possible I would be writing this post.
I now have been on HRT for one month!
It has always been someone elses' story. Not mine.
But it's true, I have jumped off the cliff and am now headed to a physical life which matches my mental one.
I've come to month number one when it's time to put up or shut up as a girl.
As I've passed along, I am feeling basic changes in my emotional state and physical changes are beginning with my breasts.
My hormones were doubled about a week ago and I LOVE it!
Never ever do I wish to hope that times goes quickly and changes come immediately.
With transition in progress though, sometimes I do.
I'll keep you posted!!!!!