Maiden’s Journey

 This is a question I ask myself all the time.  And having spent some time reading posts from the trans community on Twitter it is clear that I am not alone in wondering this. In fact, someone tweeted that their therapist had quipped that it is such a common question among trans people that it is practically a symptom of transness.  So why do we all keep wondering this?  It is partly Imposter Syndrome for sure, doubting whether I am qualified to be part of the trans community. Others have said similar, so that seems to be a common feeling too.  The usual response from the community to someone questioning whether they are trans enough is to say that if you ask the question then you are, and it’s not for anyone else to say how trans you need to be.  I don’t think that quite nails it though.  They’re right in so far that if you’re asking the question then you are certainly somewhere on the trans spectrum, but that doesn’t deal with the “enough” part....

First contact with a real girl that is.  Apologies that this post will contain some reference to mild sexual experiences but I will try to be delicate.  As I have mentioned in other posts, in my teenage years I was as attracted to girls as the next boy, but I was also very much attracted to the idea of being them, although at the time I had no idea this was not “normal” and maybe signified something about me.  Unfortunately I had little to no success in getting a girlfriend. Ok, let’s be honest: no success. At all. Maybe I wasn’t masculine enough! Hmm.  I was fourteen before I first kissed a girl. We met at the ice rink, skated together and chatted and then before she had to go home, we “snogged”. I had zero experience so had to follow her lead and she was rather vigorous in her kissing. Forceful even, and pushed her tongue well into my mouth. Frankly, I feared she might eat me. Nice to get a score on the board, but I cannot say that I enjoyed the experience. You hav...

The term “female embodiment fantasies” is something I have learned fairly recently, thanks to the Internet and the access it gives me to papers on gender dysphoria and transgender issues.  What I am going to write about here is my inner world as a teenager. A time when I had never heard of gender dysphoria, female embodiment fantasies or even trans gender. I was aware of “gay”, and that everyone at school viewed that as a Bad Thing, but that was all I knew. I didn’t know anyone who identified differently, had never even heard of anyone changing their gender. This was the nineteen eighties and I knew nothing.  I knew nothing about gender identity but I did know how I felt.  Please forgive the indelecacy, but as a teenage boy (for so I was), I spent a fair bit of my time fantasising and pleasuring myself. That is normal I guess, but was the subject matter of my fantasies “normal”?  I am sure I stared at my female classmates just as much as the rest of the boys did. But...

 The first time I wore a dress was a special feeling.  At the time, I didn’t know that I was in any sense transgender or gender questioning. I was thirteen and didn’t even know such things existed. I was aware that when I looked at the girls in my class, part of my fantasy was to wonder what it felt like to wear their clothes, and especially their underwear and tights and skirts.  My first opportunity to find out was slightly unexpected and from the source of my German teacher who wanted her class to stage a pantomime for Christmas. In German obviously.  I was cast as one of the ugly sisters (oh how apt!) or to give me my German name, a hassliche schwester (apologies for the spelling, it’s been a while and there should probably be an umlaut in there somewhere.) Our teacher kindly provided the costumes, and I was issued with a dress. It was a long strapless gown of gold satin, which my mum surmised has come from the teacher’s kids dressing up box as it had some elasti...

I have written previously about my first attraction to a girl when I was eleven and how I was as fascinated by how it would feel to be her and wear her swimsuit as I was attracted to the girl herself.  At the time, I had no idea that this was not “normal” and that it was a sign of who I am inside. I had no external reference as to how you should fancy girls, except for other teenage boys’ conversation which was mainly as sophisticated as saying “phwoar” a lot. This does not provide the unknowingly gender questioning boy/girl with many clues.  School did provide most of my early attractions and fantasies though.  One of the new subjects we had to do now I was at senior school was “performing arts”, which was on rotation with art and music. It was sort of a combination of drama and dance and took place in what was officially called the “theatre” even though it had no stage or seating. It was more of a dance studio space I suppose but strangely had no windows or natural ligh...

Although I didn’t realise it at the time, my first attraction to a girl was also my first attraction to being a girl.  It is strange that I still remember after all this time, but maybe that’s the nature of significant moments in our lives.  It was 1986 and I was eleven. It was the summer between primary school and senior school and we were on our family holiday on the Isle of Wight.  I had sort of fancied girls who I thought were nice or pretty or whatever, but only in a childish innocent way. I guess playing at the idea of something without any real concept of what it really means. Up until this point, I had never properly fancied anyone in that way. I didn’t even know how! This holiday was just like our previous holidays. We had been to this place before, stayed at the same accommodation and played on the same beach.  The beach was brilliant there. A little stream trickled down from the cliffs and ran over the sand to the sea. All of the kids would take their buck...

My first time out en femme  There has to be a first time for everything and this one has been a long time coming.  I have been wearing female clothing in private all my life, but have always been too afraid to go out. Fear of ridicule. Of being seen by someone who knows me and my terrible secret becoming public. You know, usual stuff.  But if I am going to progress on my trans journey, then being able to be seen in public as a woman is a necessary part of it.  So, courage! And I did it!  For my maiden voyage (do you see what I did there?) I chose a clingy knee-length dress and black tights (pantyhose) and as a venue: a shopping mall a long way from home.  Practicalities: getting changed I had traveled in male clothes so needed to change. This was going to be the scariest part. I would have to change in the gents' toilets and then come out of the cubicle dressed as a woman. How would anyone in there react?  But I figured I would have got a worse recepti...

How do I feel when I dress up as a woman? Honestly, it varies depending on how I am feeling in myself.  At the moment it mostly feels hot, but that’s because it is a warm evening and I am wearing layers of shapewear because I’m wearing a pencil skirt and need to get a flat front. The wig is hot too.  Not really answering the question.  This time, I just feel natural and normal. I’ve never actually been out en femme but with the shapewear, padded bra and wig, I feel I could. And I feel pretty good about how I look.  Some times, it’s not so good and I feel ridiculous or ugly or masculine or all three.  Feeling as I do now, I could go on with my day just being myself and quite believe that wearing a skirt is normal, that I do have long hair and that the cups of my bra aren’t empty. It is only when I need the loo that I have to face reality. I can sit down and pretend I’m going like a girl does but the truth is there.  Physical sensations  ...

I’m envious of cisgender women but not how you might expect I suppose that’s kind of obvious really. As a MTF trans woman (if indeed that’s what I am), I don’t have a female body but “real” i.e. cis women do. So it figures that I will feel envy or jealousy for that.  What is strange is that it is the little things that trigger feelings, more so than the obvious physical differences.  For example, women in the office who are wearing skirts or dresses have a range of subtle hand movements that they probably aren’t even aware of.  A little flick or smooth to the front of the skirt or dress when they stand up so that it hangs right; the smoothing down the bottom of the skirt or dress before sitting down, so it doesn’t crumple under them and is comfy to sit on. Just really trivial everyday things that cis women do out of habit but which I don’t get to do, because I am presenting as a man. The other one is adjusting their shoulder straps on their bras. Many of the ...

I’m certainly not feeling the 2nd January. Ugh. Set alarm, up in darkness and commute to work. Shock to the system and no mistake. But the other thing I’m not feeling is especially girly. You might imagine trans people (if that’s what I am) go around all day every day thinking about dresses and “wouldn’t boobies be lovely” and “I’m a lady don’t you know”, but that’s not how it is. For me anyway. Some days I just don’t feel it. I go around being a normal man, and don’t think anything of it. Maybe I’m just suffering the effects of an early alarm clock. I had even slept in a lovely pair of satin and lace knickers, really pretty. Usually I  would wake up, feel he difference and get a nice girly “glow” but not today. And they’re my prettiest pair as well. Strange. Perhaps I need more beauty sleep. Nx