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Life As A Shemale
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I am a woman. For this, I am called a liar.
I’m transgender, meaning the gender that was assigned to me at birth doesn’t match the gender I identify with. For most of my life, I couldn’t articulate this feeling in a coherent way.
I started struggling when puberty hit, around age 12. I watched as my body turned what felt to me grotesquely masculine, and my mind began to feel as though it was in a fog of testosterone. My brain was like a Camry someone had tried to fuel with diesel — it wasn’t meant to run on testosterone. I wished I could be like the other girls in my class. Something just seemed right about who they were, how they were.
I sank into a depression that lasted for years. I didn’t understand why. I tried therapy, anti-depressants, anti-convulsants, and anti-anxiety medications. They didn’t help. I finally gave up trying to fix it. I thought there was nothing I could do.
At age 26, after years of repressing these feelings, the dissonance between my mind, body and life itself became too much to handle. Every morning I woke up feeling more shame and anxiety than ever before. I took up smoking, a habit I’d kicked nearly two years prior. I couldn’t sleep without drinking, and I often drank until I couldn’t walk. Still, the feelings persisted. I considered suicide.
Then in late May of 2012, I came out to my girlfriend of 5 years, pouring my heart out, doing the best I could to explain the toll that ignoring this has taken on me. It’s a hard thing to put into words.
By that October, after months of working with a therapist specializing in gender-related issues, I had begun hormone replacement therapy. Simple enough. I took medication to reduce the testosterone in my system, the very hormone that had nearly destroyed me, and I gave myself a weekly injection of estradiol, one of the more common forms of estrogen found in pubescent and post-pubescent women.
A few months later, I’d begun to experience the physical and mental impact of the hormones, and with it a new sense of clarity, peace and happiness. The chronic aches in my joints and pains in my stomach that had been a staple of my life since puberty dissipated. My mind and body began repairing themselves. It’s as though my brain was meant to run on estrogen my whole life.
Why am I like this? Honestly, I don’t know. There are a number of theories rooted in medicine, one of the most prominent being a 2006 study , published in the journal Psychoneuroendocrinology , by Schneider, Pickel and Stalla.
The study suggests that the amount of testosterone a fetus is exposed to in utero is directly linked to one’s likelihood of being transgender. In other words, prior to my birth, I may have been exposed to too much or too little testosterone while in my mother’s womb, causing my brain to develop differently than that of the average baby boy.
No matter the cause, this is, and has always been, a part of me. If I could have, I would have chosen to be born congruent, mind and body. I didn’t choose this, but I’m making the best of what I have.
I am a woman, but on such a frequent basis, I’m told this is not true. I’m told that I’m “genetically” or “biologically” male. I’m told that I’m not a “real woman.”
I have to ask: What constitutes a “real woman?”
How am I not one? Is it because of my chromosomes? I don’t think that’s fair, as neither you nor I know what my chromosomes even are. Someone who makes this argument assume they’re XY, but I don’t even know that for certain, as I’ve never had a karyotype test . It’s probably a safe bet that my detractor hasn’t had a karyotype test, either. Even if I do have a Y chromosome, that doesn’t mean anything. There are a number of women with Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, sometimes giving them an XY set of chromosomes, which, typically, would be associated with men. Are they not women? In fact, there was even a recent case of a woman with XY chromosomes who gave birth to a daughter with -- you guessed it -- XY chromosomes.
Additionally, a September 16, 2013 article in the New York Times (“DNA Double Take”) examines recent studies on the DNA of women. “In 2012, Canadian scientists performed autopsies on the brains of 59 women. They found neurons with Y chromosomes in 63 percent of them.” 63 percent!? Wow. A separate study, conducted at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston, discovered that 56 percent of the women they investigated had a Y chromosome, based on a sample of their breast tissue. This goes to show that being a woman is about more than whether you have two X chromosomes.
Is the reason that some disqualify me from womanhood related to the fact that I can’t birth a child and don’t have a uterus? If so, do they also reject the womanhood of infertile women or those who have had a hysterectomy? It’s true that I wasn’t born with a uterus, but neither was Jaclyn Schultz, Miss Michigan 2013 . As a result of Mayer-Rokitansky-Küster-Hauser syndrome (MRKH), she was born perfectly healthy, with the exception of her missing uterus (which also resulted in an inability to menstruate). 75,000 women in the United States have MRKH. Are they “really men?”
Is it the fact that I wasn’t “socialized as a woman” that excludes me from womanhood? Is it that I was “socialized as a man”? Well, so were these girls in Afghanistan. They were “raised as boys” until they were well into their teenage years. Are they not women?
Let’s move on to the most obvious objection to my womanhood: It would take sexual reassignment surgery (SRS), also known as vaginoplasty, for me to ever have a vagina. So that “makes me a man”? Tell that to women born with vaginal agenesis , a condition present in 1 out of every 5,000 female infants, where a child is born without a fully-formed vagina. This condition may require surgical intervention (i.e. vaginoplasty) in order to create a vagina. Does this negate their femaleness as well?
None of these factors (chromosomes, reproductive organs, socialization, genitals) cancel out the fact that the girls and women I mentioned above are, in fact, girls and women. I sincerely doubt that most people would so much as question the womanhood of the women I described. After all, it’s not their fault that they were born with anomalies. How am I any different? I didn’t choose to be transgender.
I don’t want “special treatment,” I just want to be respected as a human being, as deserving of dignity as anyone else. I want to be able to exist in the world without the core of my identity, something that I grappled with for more than a quarter century, being dismissed by someone who couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like. I want to be able to go to work without worrying about being fired for who I am. I want to be able to use the restroom without fear of being beaten or accused of having malicious intentions . Like everyone else, I want the world to see me for me.
Is that really so much to ask, to be treated like everyone else, to have the same rights and protections as everyone else? From a legal and public accommodations viewpoint, that's really all any of us are asking for.
Being transgender is a medical condition. Like so many other conditions, if left untreated, you're bound to wind up the bearer of a host of related symptoms. Depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts and actions are what you often get when you try to suppress your dysphoria. Without treatment, which, for me, came in the form of hormone replacement therapy, I might be dead.
I know who I am, what I am. I am a woman, and that’s the truth.

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My name is Bert and one of the most embarrassing moment of my life transformed my whole life which I will cherish forever. It really opened my eyes to a whole new world for both me and my lovely wife. I have been married for over 3 years and I am a straight guy who always fancied women. But after this particular incident, I was completely transformed.
It was quite a normal day as usual. I woke up, had breakfast and took a shower. Then as I was getting ready to go to work, I heard a loud bang outside. I called my wife but she had already left for work. I got curious to check out what made such a racket outside.
I only had a towel wrapped around me and I proceeded to go the back yard. It was quite breezy outside and just as I got out to inspect what happened, the wind sucked the door closed catching my towel in the process. I tried to open the door but it was too jammed with the towel somehow.



So, here I was standing at my own backyard in all my glory and the door was completely jammed. I didn’t know what I was going to do to get out of it. Going around the front completely naked would be just to ridiculous as the street would be busy with people leaving for work. I started to get a bit nervous , standing there without any clothes on and just covering with my hands.
Then I started looking around and my eyes caught sight of my wife’s undergarments hanging on the line. I was quite nervous, so I rushed and grabbed one of her panties. I had to cover up with something as there was no other alternative. I put the panty on and just wished no one would see me like this. Then taking a deep breath, I ran for the front door as fast as I could. Luckily, I managed to get to the front door and finally inside the house without making any scene. When I got inside, I had a quick laugh and couldn’t believe what had really happened with me.
I went to the kitchen to get some coffee and for a moment I completely forgot I was still wearing my wife’s panty. I only noticed it after I started feeling a little aroused from the silkiness of the panty against my male parts. It was crazy but I was really enjoying how the panty felt on my body.
This really got me quite curious and I thought that maybe wearing my wife’s panties was turning me on somehow. The day was getting quite adventurous and I felt like skipping work that day, so I called in to work and said I was going to take a day off because I wasn’t feeling very well.
The rest of the day, I browsed through my wife’s wardrobe and tried a lot of her stuffs. I had no idea where it was coming from but the excitement was something I had never felt before. I tried on her pantyhose, bra, some more panties and few of her lovely dresses. I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt so feminine and my whole body was experience such a tingling sensation like I had never experienced before.



I completely lost track of time and only when I looked at the clock, I noticed how long I had been dressing up in my wife’s stuffs. I put everything back in her closet and went to the kitchen to get sometime to eat. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how lovely it felt to wear those things of my wife.
When my wife was back from her work, I told her about the morning incident where I got locked out without any clothes and how I put on one of her panties to get in. She really got a good laugh and asked me if I enjoyed wearing her panties. I admitted I did. I could see that her eyes had gotten bigger with excitement as I knew she enjoyed role playing a lot in the bed room.
She then asked if I wanted to put on one of her outfits for her and I said why not. She was super excited. She took my hand and we both rushed to the bedroom. Then she started taking out all these stuffs from her wardrobe, a bra, panty, pantyhose, a lovely blue gown and a pair of black heels. She told me to put them on. I got a little nervous as this was something I had never done before but she seemed to be really enjoying herself seeing me like that.
After my wife helped me to get dressed, she looked at me and told me I also needed some nice makeup to go with the outfit. She said she wanted me to have a full experience of being a woman from head to toe. Then she started applying makeup on me, which too was a completely new experience for me. She put on some foundation on my face, then applied some eyeliner and lastly added pink lipstick on my lips.
She also had a few hair wigs from Halloween and decided to make me wear it too. She went to the store room and was back with a nice long hair wig in her hands. She helped me put them on and flipped my hair to one side. Then she zipped the back of my dress all the way up and I was so excited to wear a gown for the first time.



When I looked into the mirror, I couldn’t believe it was me. She was surprised at how good I looked as well. Then she told me to put on the heels and I did. I was completely mesmerized by how I looked and how I felt dressed as a woman. It was quite wonderful and I felt totally different than my normal self.
My wife knew I was enjoying getting feminized as she could see my budge under the dress. She then held me near, kissed my lips and we both made love in the bed. It was one of the most intense love that we had ever made and she also noticed it.
After we were done, she then asked me to go in the living room. Walking in heels was not easy but I managed to go downstairs and in the living room. We then sat on the sofa, drinking some coffee and she asked how I felt being dressed like a woman for the first time and how it felt to walk in heels and so on. We just talked for hours.
She even joked that we should head out to town as girlfriends and see if I can pass. It was crazy how a simple incident completely lead to a totally different scenario and that is how I became a crossdresser. After that, my crossdressing journey started and it has been a wonderful experience since then.
I wonder when the strap on will come into play ?
I’m a sissy since i was 5 yo i’m start dresding with My mom and My sister clothes and My mom lingery and i.nevet Say nothig to My mom because i was afraid and in México was very homofobic in that times and never been hormonize and i’m alwas be have in a cirgury to chenge My frce in to a womens face and My body and have boobs anda beautiful ass but now i’m 48 and i don’t know how to make up and still look like a boy can You help me to look more femenin and look pretty and femenin
When the feminization and first time.out,. In my case, I always wanted to crossdress. My wife only word no.
My wife and her caregiver, she had a broken toe. They planned a Halloween three days get together. Friday through Sunday. Three couples
Thursday after work. I was ushered into the bathroom. She told me to strip.. Now you have what you wanted. I’m your dominant mistress and your my submissive whatever title I want wife, girlfriend.
She placed me in the shower. Got my body wet. She then told this would be last time I would have any male body hair. Ten minutes later totally bare.
She said,(” I’m glad, you have same size feminine body as mine. You can share my wardrobe. Think of all the nighties you bought me.”)
Lavender panties with maxi pad to make it more feminine. She slid them up my legs. Push my penis down and the pad held it. Padded bra pantyhose, Blue pants suit. Then makeup And finally blond wig.
I look in the full length mirror. No.sight of any manhood
She said How do you like the look Katie. I guess that’s my new name.
I was handed a black purse. Car keys, wallet, cards and lipstick.
She told me a Walmart.list is in your purse. She opened and handed it to me. I made sure I could read it
Six items. It covered.the whole store. Don, Lucy’s husband will there.
Carla said I wouldn’t be able to recognize her. It’s Donna now.
I left got there. Took a basket from the parking lot. No interaction with cart person.. Started on.list.
The clicking of my heels was annoying
Then from behind, (“Katie you’ll get use to it.”)
I turned around and, I said, (” Hi Donna,”).
We talked she.has been doing this six months. Donna thought my voice was better than hers. We went shopping like two girlfriends.
Paid for everything, got out. Donna said,(” One thing, take your lipstick out and compact out. Put more on and then you can go.)
Got home I thought 5pm home and now home again 9pm. Feminized, dressed and out in public.
I’d totally enjoy having a girls day at wall mart.. you’re soooooo lucky!
Well, why will readers be so surprised at this after all all, all men on this planet start their life as female and then a few get converted to male for the sole perpose of procreation.
Now, you not accept this so ask yourself these two questions, (A) why doe men have nipples we do not feed babies, (B) why is it that men can catch and die of breast cancer. It is that bit of female that we start off with that is in all of us in varying degrees and that is what governs who we are and what we turn out to be.
Education is what is needed so that a better understanding on the male condition in all its forms cant be understood by all.
I love dressing like a women, i love bra ,gaine , pantyhose, dress and i go in the street like this.i go to the lingerie shop and buy lingerie
Many years ago, my wife, out of the blue, started to put some makeup on my face and dressed me in her long slip with a towel covering my short hair. Then she took some pictures. Another time she painted my toenails red. They were red for 2 weeks – she didn’t know it but I actually touched them up where needed! She never did anything to take the polish off! Eventually, I unfortunately did this myself. Whenever she sees men dress up like woman on TV, she always laughs at them. I think that the cross dressing, etc., turns her on! So these stories that we are reading actually could be real!
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