Maiden’s Journey

A boy but wish I was a girl  In the beginning I was a boy. So how did I come to realise that I was maybe actually a girl? Time I think, to fill in a little of the back story. And if I’m going to do that, I suppose the beginning is a logical place the start. The “beginning” is probably really about the age of 11. I wasn’t one of those little boys who played with dolls and dressed up pretty. It wasn’t until the onset of puberty that I started to wonder if I had missed my turn and was heading down the wrong fork in the road. Not in a traumatic way. You read about people feeling they’re in the wrong body and hating the sight of their wrong parts. I’ve never really felt that way about myself. It’s not so much hating what I am as dreaming about being something else. Am I making any sense? Probably not as I don’t fully understand myself! Anyway, back to the beginning. Realising girls are different...and wanting to be like them Perhaps the earliest memory is from a holiday when I...

This is the story of summoning the courage and facing the fear to go for my first bra fitting. If you’re new to my blog, I should probably make clear at the start of this that I am male (no denying that) although I feel female, so that’s the perspective I’m writing from. Therefore, if you are an actual girl, wondering what it will feel to get measured for a training bra, or an actual cisgender woman who has never been properly fitted and is thinking of booking an appointment, I doubt my experience is entirely relevant to you. For what it’s worth, my dearest wish would be to experience your real experience of which I can only imagine. But such is the life of the wannabe trans woman. If you are a real girl though, and you’re nervous about your first bra fitting appointment then let me reassure you that it really isn’t scary. I mean, I’m an actual man and the ladies in the lingerie department were really kind and supportive to me so for you real girls, there is less to worry about. Wh...