Trans Bucket List

 

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On my way to achieving my version of transgender womanhood, I started my trans woman bucket list.

It all started on the fateful night when I decided to go out and mingle with a group of professional women as an equal. Not as a man cross dressed in their company to see if I could make it in their world. There was so much else at stake that evening because I knew if I was successful, I could never go back to just living my life as a man. 

Once I was successful, I began to think of  things I could accomplish as a trans woman to add to my bucket list. Once I was accepted as a regular in one venue, could I possibly add another to increase where I could go to add variety to my evenings. For the most part I was successful in being accepted. Even to the point of being thrust into a diverse small group of acquaintances I could regularly socialize with. The group included the sister of one of the bartenders, a lesbian, a couple men and an exotic dancer to name a few. All of this occurred before I met the transgender woman and two lesbians I socialized with on a regular basis.

Also on my bucket list at the time was how was I going to handle my sexuality with men. I almost found out when I became attracted to one of the men in the group. Or should I say he was becoming intrigued with me. All the way to him seeking me out on the nights when I was there all alone. I felt comfortable talking to him and even enjoyed his company before he switched jobs and abruptly moved away. It turned out there were very few men on my bucket list but even so, there were a couple which left a deep impression on me. 

Both of the men were met through social media dating sites and happened after I sorted through an amazing amount of trash responses. Because I was careful to meet any responders in a setting I approved of, we met in my regular venues I felt safe in. Both treated me with respect and I leaned a little of how it would be to interact with an interested man as a woman as I was wined and dined. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time. I still remember both dates and how special I felt but on the other hand, I never really lost my attraction to women. As impossible at it seemed to me at the time, I was headed towards being a transgender lesbian...if I could be accepted. 

I continued my quest for a new bucket list as I learned how to be a woman from other women. It seemed nightly I was learning new ideas such as I did not need a man to be validated in my new life. The lesbians I were around were both very strong and confident in their own right, so I could be also. 

Then, there was my relationship with my wife Liz which has been going on for over thirteen years now. I never though I would find another person who would be serious enough about me to want to build a relationship at my age. But I did and amazingly, Liz found me on a dating site defying all odds. 

Just when I thought I was done with my bucket, it became filled with happiness and I hope to keep it that way. 

Trans Girl in a Furniture Store

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Once I had progressed to a point where I could comfortably navigate my way around in public as a transgender woman, when Christmas rolled around I thought I could do my shopping as a woman.

Since previously I had helped gift my second wife an oak roll top desk, I thought if I could find and afford a matching oak book-case, I would buy it for her as a Christmas gift. Before I did, I needed to find a store which carried the book-cases. As it turned out, the closest one I could locate was fifty plus miles away in nearby Columbus, Ohio.

Before I made the trip, I needed to make sure I planned out when my wife would be working and not at home for the amount of time it would take me to go and buy her gift. Once I did that, I needed to add in my "prep" time to get ready to go and I was all set for yet another gender adventure into transgender womanhood. 

For the evening, I chose my favorite business professional outfit at the time. A black pantsuit with heels, my best makeup job and shoulder length blond wig. Plus, since it was cold that night, I could wear my long, wool coat to stay fashionably warm. 

As I left the house and headed for Columbus, I was nervous about how I would be received and if I was able to purchase a bookcase would it fit in my SUV and who would load it. I was so afraid of being "discovered" and shunned at the store. But as I entered the place, my fears began to dissolve as I blended in with the other shoppers as I looked for what I wanted. It turned out about that time, my first taste of feminine privilege kicked in. First of all, I did not even need to find a clerk to help me. Before I knew it, an eager guy was ready and willing to help the tall blond in her heels and pants-suit. 

He asked me if I knew what I wanted and in a soft voice I told him exactly what I wanted. In no time at all, he showed me to a cashier and I bought my precious gift with a smile and then wondered how I would ever make it to the car. Again, I should have not worried much at all as two able bodied young men quickly showed up to load my book-case. I loved it when one of them even opened the door for me as we were headed to my car. Brimming with gender euphoria and confidence, I hurried home to gently unload my gift and hide it in the garage. 

Sadly, I went through the process of returning to my male world in record time as my wife was due home at any time. Somehow I managed and was ready to act as if the evening never happened. At least this time I could tell her the truth when she was asking how my evening went. I told her I went shopping for her and to stay out of a certain area of the garage until Christmas. For once that was how the evening ended without a fight or me having to lie about going out as my femininized self.

The internal excitement of what I had accomplished that night stuck with me for quite a while and when it wore off, I had more confidence to shop for her as a woman in the world so I shopped again in other venues for gifts.

Being a trans girl in a furniture store was just the beginning. I will have more experiences to write about as Christmas gets closer.

In the meantime, thanks again for reading along. Your input means so much to me and comments are always appreciated. 

Act Fast...Think Later

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Many times as I was traversing my very long and complicated gender journey, I ran into situations where I needed to act fast and think later. Or, wow, did I really do that?

Perhaps the most impressive example was when I had an ill-advised attempt at wearing water balloons as breast forms. While I loved the feel and bounce of the balloons, deep down I knew the danger I was facing. Someday, I would go too far trying for bigger breasts and one would explode in public. Of course I kept going with the balloons until the possible happened. I had an explosion of water in one of the venues I always went to. When it happened, I needed to act fast and head for the rest room. Fortunately, I made it and there was no other women in the room so I could enter a stall and clean up. Then I was able to make a quick exit from the venue and head home. I don't know what I would have said if anyone had noticed. Maybe I was pregnant and my water broke? 

After the water balloon disaster, I needed to think about what I would do for breast forms which were not as dangerous as water balloons. At the time, silicone breast forms were just becoming popular but were still out of my budget. What happened was a cross dresser acquaintance of mine went on a major purge of his feminine belongings and gifted many items to me. Including a set of breast forms. Since we were basically the same size, the new silicone breast forms worked well and were the proper size. And, most importantly, I didn't have to worry about disasters coming up.

Perhaps you have heard the term "muscle memory" which essentially means you keep repeating an action until it becomes second nature to you. In my earliest days of entering the world as a novice cross dresser or transgender woman, I spent many of my leisure hours attempting to learn how a woman moved and walked. When I did, I am sure I provided many a stranger with a humorous look at my male self trying to move like a woman. In fact, one night when I was in what I thought was a deserted box store, I caught myself being stared at by a guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was probably a plain clothes security person getting a kick out of seeing me practice. At any rate, I acted fast and left the store and thought later about where I would do my practices. 

Acquiring the basics to present well enough as a woman was difficult for me and required hours of effort and will power. Along the way, I experienced more situations of acting fast and thinking later than I can remember now. I do remember vividly the night when a lesbian friend of mine wanted me to approach another woman at a lesbian mixer we were attending and see if I could get her name. I acted fast and said yes, when in fact I was petrified of being the proverbial "wing person" for another woman. It didn't really matter anyhow because I never got a name. But later, in another venue I got even when I was kissed by another lesbian as my friend sat by herself. 

Maybe acting fast and thinking later just came with the territory of my transgender womanhood. I had always been an impulsive person and nothing really changed except for I had a whole new platform to work with. I think too, when I began keeping company with other women as a transgender woman, my instincts needed to change. I learned quickly how mean other women could be to each other and how difficult it was to watch for passive aggression. Early on, I needed to survive many passive aggressive encounters in the world with other women. 

It was all just a part of the learning process on my gender journey and one I had to face to make it to my dream.