Happy Tuesday to all of you. I hope you are having a blessed day.
My second blog was in regards to different realizations that I have come to at different times in my life. As I sit here in front of my computer here at work, I am contemplating the changes that I have gone through in the past six years. You see, seven years ago I was WAY closeted. I did not wear makeup, I had a cheap halloween wig for my hair, and I resorted to only going out when it was dark so I was less noticed. My stops were to pay at the pump gas stations and parks. I did not venture out into any area where there were people. I was scared.
Then, six years ago I decided that I needed to take the next step. I took the plunge and ordered a good wig from wigs.com. I started experimenting with makeup. Lord knows I looked like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show at first, but with a little practice I started to get the knack of it. For the biggest change, I started to go out places. I started off going to the mall. As a scared little baby, I would walk in, make a lap around the entrance section of the mall (making sure to keep my distance from everyone), and leave. I would sit in my car for at least 15 - 20 minutes before I would go in, making sure that I got up enough nerve to do it.
Little by little, I started to get braver. Instead of sitting in the car talking myself out of chickening out, I parked, turned off the car, and walked in. I started staying there for a while. I started window shopping and actually walking into stores. If people smiled at me, I smiled back. Unfortunately, I still was too scared to interact with cashiers and sales associates.
A year ago something happened that changed my outlook forever. I was in Ross Dress for Less and saw a great looking dress that I could not live without. I was dressed as Janet, so I had two choices. Either I could leave and come back the following day in drab and take a chance the dress would be gone, or I could adopt the "I don't care" attitude that my friend Meg talks about and go up to the cashier to buy my dress. I chose the latter. I walked up to the gentleman, smiled and said "Hi," and waited for him to ring up my purchase. I paid for the purchase, received my change and my bag, and left the store. Nothing bad happened to me. The tranny police didn't stop me at the door and ask me to remove my wig and breast forms, there were no announcements of "There's a tranny in the store," and no one made me feel the least bit uncomfortable. Sure there were a few people that took double takes, but for the most part everyone just minded their own business.
The moral of the story is this:
Do not worry what others think. For the most part you will never see them again. If they work in an establishment you are shopping at, they want your money, regardless of the clothes you are wearing. Just get out there and shop!
There is something else that I have noticed, and I wonder if other transsexuals feel this way. For as long as I can remember, I have gone through mood swings. For instance, this past Saturday, I got really moody! There was nothing that provoked it, I just got moody. I have often stated that I have the body of a man with the internal makeup of a woman. You think I might have a little hormone imbalance? I am curious to see if this happens on a regular interval.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
One (wo)man's trash/ Friday afternoon / Pink Fog
One (wo)man's trash
Hello All! Hope you had a wonderful weekend. Mine was good, and it sure started off great! On Thursday evening, a family friend needed someone to take some bags of trash to the local dumpster. I volunteered, knowing that I would be driving by some dumpsters on the way into work Friday morning. As I put the bags in my car, I noticed that they felt a lot like clothes. Curiousity got the best of me, and I tore open one of the bags to see. Am I ever glad I did! Have you ever heard the saying "one (wo)mans trash is another (wo)man's treasure?" The bags were full of size 16-18/XL womens clothing! Guess what size I wear?!? Come to find out, she has been on Weight Watchers for about a year now and has gone from the sizes in the bags to a 10-12. As an incentive to keep the weight off, she got rid of her extensive wardrobe of 16-18 clothes. Needless to say, the bags never found the dumpster. I now have 5 trash bags full of dresses, skirts, blouses, pants, jeans, sweaters, and any other clothes you can think of.
Friday afternoon
On Friday afternoon, I left work a little early and had some time to spare. I decided that I would dress in a fuschia shirtdress that had caught my eye in one of the bags of clothes. I had a pair of Liz Baker 2 1/2" heel black patent pumps in my trunk, so I figured I would wear those with the dress. I still had my panties and hose on from that morning, and my bra with breastforms and my purse with my makeup were in the trunk. I quickly got changed and applied my makeup so I could spend some more Janet time before I had to go home. As I got out of the car to check out the outfit, I noticed that my shoes were OK with the dress, but that a pair of flats or low wedges would look better. I had been eyeing a pair of CL by Chinese Laundry black patent 1 1/2" wedge heel shoes that I spotted at Ross Dress for Less for $15. The sweater I was wearing over the shirtdress has applique flowers on it, and the shoes have a flower bow on the vamp. As I was already dressed, I decided what the heck and went into the store. I found the shoes in my size, went to the cashier, and paid for them. Now please understand, I am the type of transsexual that is not comfortable going up to cashiers to pay for items. I will either go to places that have self checkouts, or I will wait until I am in drab to buy the items. This time I decided to go for it. The lady cashier was nice and polite and did not even act put off by me. I could tell by her facial expression that she read me as soon as I walked up, but she did not act any differently because of my presentation. My confidence is building! As for the shoes, I put them on as soon as I got to the car. What a purchase! They worked perfectly with the outfit.
Pink Fog
I have previously mentioned that I frequent the www.crossdressers.com website. I love the conversations I have had with the ladies on there, and have to go on there at least once a day to see what the girls are doing. There is one thing that gets under my skin- that is "pink fog." Some people on the site talk about how if we girls have a great day and feel like everything went right, that we have been affected by the "pink fog" that blinds our reality and makes crossdressing appear to be the most important thing in our lives. I don't see it. When I have a great day out and I am enfemme, it is not a great day because I am oblivious to everything else or because I am dressing to act as a woman, but because I am aware of my surroundings and have succeeded in blending with society as a woman. Maybe it is a crossdresser vs. transsexual thing. Going out in public is not an act for me. It is me dressing as I feel I should be dressed. I do not feel I should be out and about in man jeans and a man polo shirt. Me dressing as a man is an act that I continue to put on because the gender I was given at birth was male. Unfortunately my genetic code gave me this cursed appendage, along with wide shoulders, large trunk, flat chest, and a double chin. Sorry I am ranting. As a transsexual, everything but my body is female. My emotions, my desires, my actions are all female. I am sorry if this puts some of you off, but it is how I feel. I am trapped in this terrible body, and have been trying to get out for 34 of my 40 years!
I will not be dressing this week until Friday due to circumstances beyond my control [ :-( ], but will hopefully have lots to talk about after Friday. I might post some blogs this week about things in my past, but I haven't really decided yet. Until then, have a blessed week!
Hello All! Hope you had a wonderful weekend. Mine was good, and it sure started off great! On Thursday evening, a family friend needed someone to take some bags of trash to the local dumpster. I volunteered, knowing that I would be driving by some dumpsters on the way into work Friday morning. As I put the bags in my car, I noticed that they felt a lot like clothes. Curiousity got the best of me, and I tore open one of the bags to see. Am I ever glad I did! Have you ever heard the saying "one (wo)mans trash is another (wo)man's treasure?" The bags were full of size 16-18/XL womens clothing! Guess what size I wear?!? Come to find out, she has been on Weight Watchers for about a year now and has gone from the sizes in the bags to a 10-12. As an incentive to keep the weight off, she got rid of her extensive wardrobe of 16-18 clothes. Needless to say, the bags never found the dumpster. I now have 5 trash bags full of dresses, skirts, blouses, pants, jeans, sweaters, and any other clothes you can think of.
Friday afternoon
On Friday afternoon, I left work a little early and had some time to spare. I decided that I would dress in a fuschia shirtdress that had caught my eye in one of the bags of clothes. I had a pair of Liz Baker 2 1/2" heel black patent pumps in my trunk, so I figured I would wear those with the dress. I still had my panties and hose on from that morning, and my bra with breastforms and my purse with my makeup were in the trunk. I quickly got changed and applied my makeup so I could spend some more Janet time before I had to go home. As I got out of the car to check out the outfit, I noticed that my shoes were OK with the dress, but that a pair of flats or low wedges would look better. I had been eyeing a pair of CL by Chinese Laundry black patent 1 1/2" wedge heel shoes that I spotted at Ross Dress for Less for $15. The sweater I was wearing over the shirtdress has applique flowers on it, and the shoes have a flower bow on the vamp. As I was already dressed, I decided what the heck and went into the store. I found the shoes in my size, went to the cashier, and paid for them. Now please understand, I am the type of transsexual that is not comfortable going up to cashiers to pay for items. I will either go to places that have self checkouts, or I will wait until I am in drab to buy the items. This time I decided to go for it. The lady cashier was nice and polite and did not even act put off by me. I could tell by her facial expression that she read me as soon as I walked up, but she did not act any differently because of my presentation. My confidence is building! As for the shoes, I put them on as soon as I got to the car. What a purchase! They worked perfectly with the outfit.
Pink Fog
I have previously mentioned that I frequent the www.crossdressers.com website. I love the conversations I have had with the ladies on there, and have to go on there at least once a day to see what the girls are doing. There is one thing that gets under my skin- that is "pink fog." Some people on the site talk about how if we girls have a great day and feel like everything went right, that we have been affected by the "pink fog" that blinds our reality and makes crossdressing appear to be the most important thing in our lives. I don't see it. When I have a great day out and I am enfemme, it is not a great day because I am oblivious to everything else or because I am dressing to act as a woman, but because I am aware of my surroundings and have succeeded in blending with society as a woman. Maybe it is a crossdresser vs. transsexual thing. Going out in public is not an act for me. It is me dressing as I feel I should be dressed. I do not feel I should be out and about in man jeans and a man polo shirt. Me dressing as a man is an act that I continue to put on because the gender I was given at birth was male. Unfortunately my genetic code gave me this cursed appendage, along with wide shoulders, large trunk, flat chest, and a double chin. Sorry I am ranting. As a transsexual, everything but my body is female. My emotions, my desires, my actions are all female. I am sorry if this puts some of you off, but it is how I feel. I am trapped in this terrible body, and have been trying to get out for 34 of my 40 years!
I will not be dressing this week until Friday due to circumstances beyond my control [ :-( ], but will hopefully have lots to talk about after Friday. I might post some blogs this week about things in my past, but I haven't really decided yet. Until then, have a blessed week!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Happy Veterans Day
Happy Veterans Day to all of the soldiers who have served in our Armed Forces! My humble thanks to all who have served. It is because of you that I live in a country that allows me to freely express my preferred gender. I am forever greatful.
In honor of this day, I decided to wear a red, white, and blue outfit!
In honor of this day, I decided to wear a red, white, and blue outfit!
I did not have a lot of time this morning so I could not go everywhere I wanted to go. I went into Tom Thumb to look for something to snack on for breakfast. I could not find anything appetizing so I went to Kroger. I found some donuts and water for breakfast, made my purchase, and headed to the post office. I completely forgot that the post office is closed for Veterans Day, but luckily the one I go to has an automated stamp machine. After purchasing stamps and mailing my letter, I headed to the car wash to change into my drab clothes and go into work. Nothing to talk about after that. Just a boring drive into work in drab.
One thing that I have really noticed (and I made reference to it on my last blog) is how most people do not pay attention to you as long as you do not try to make waves. I was in the stores in 4 inch heels and no one gave me a second glance. I have a theory about that. My theory is that these stores get women in them all the time dressed like I was. They are going to work or coming home from work, and have to stop at the store to pick up some things along the way. Since I was in those stores at roughly the same time some women go in to work, I was not out of place. I did not avoid people, went in, got what I was looking for, paid for it, and left. As long as crossdressers act like they are supposed to be there and are doing nothing suspicious (like avoiding employees at those places--been there, done that), we blend in quite nicely.
My next blog will be next week, as I plan on doing some serious dressing on Monday, Wednesday, and especially Friday.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Personal Realizations
As my first official blog (the one from earlier is basically an introduction), I wanted to discuss some personal realizations I have discovered during my years as a transgendered person.
I have been dressing as Janet since I was 6 years old. It began with my Mom's heels at 6.
Realizations at 6
1. Mom's heels are comfy
Next it was her pantyhose and heels at around 8
Realizations at 8
3. Pantyhose feel so smooth and luxurious when I wear them.
4. Mom sure does dress nice.
Then it was her underwear, pantyhose, clothes, and heels at around 13.
Realizations at 13
5. I would rather dress as a woman than a man.
6. Secretaries wear very nice, comfortable dresses (Mom was a secretary).
8. Black goes with anything.
Unfortunately, it was also at this time that I started to outgrow Mom's clothes and shoes. Over the next few years, I had to resort to finding other women I encountered that were larger than my Mom and "borrow" their clothes. Luckily, the neighbor's daughter (who was 10 years older than me) and a couple of our neighbors fit the bill.
Realizations at 15
9. Female flight attendants wear the prettiest navy outfits and heels.
11. Accessorizing with belts and jewelry completes the outfit.
12. High heels aren't THAT hard to walk in.
This continued until I started driving and working at 17 and could afford to go to the store and purchase my own items. Unfortunately I came to a couple realizations at that point that actually hurt me for a few years.
Realizations at 17
13. Mom was very nosy and loved to search my room, my car, and every other location she could think of to find my stash and get rid of it.
14. Telling the sales associates that the items I was buying were for my mom or girlfriend kept my secret safe.
This continued until I turned 21 and moved into my apartment. My roommate was a beautiful woman that is the same age as me and was my exact same size. I was also spending more time driving around dressed, and started wearing a wig.
Realizations at 21
15. Sleeping in womens underwear is a liberating experience.
16. Having your own room in your own apartment lends itself to massive freedom to dress and experiment in seclusion.
17. Goodwill is a great place to pick up nice gently used clothing at a very reasonable price.
Fast forward to 26. It was then that I decided the time was right to go all the way with my dressing. I started wearing breast forms (cheap ones made of knee highs and birdseed) and makeup. I started paying attention to how I looked in an attempt to pass as Janet.
Realizations at 26
18. Makeup is not that hard to apply.
19. Storage buildings are excellent places to keep your clothes so nosy family members, roommates, girlfriends, and eventually wives do not find them.
20. The storage buildings are also great places to get dressed and undressed.
21. When driving, very few people pay attention to who is driving next to them.
Unfortunately, I spent the next 8 years driving around at night, never getting out of my car, and hiding from the rest of the world. Then the unthinkable happened. I got brave. I decided to step out and walk around the mall. At 34 I came to the realizations that have probably made the most impact on me.
Realizations at 34
22. You will not get arrested for walking around the mall in womens clothing.
23. Going out in public as Janet is an exhilarating experience and beats the hell out of my male persona.
24. Coin operated car washes and park bathrooms make great places to get changed into and out of clothes.
25. Most cashiers don't care who you are buying the clothes for.
That brings us to this past year.
Realizations at 39/40
26. The expensive shoes are expensive for a reason and it is more than because of the name.
27. The majority of people you see in public that you don't know don't care if you dress as a man, woman, dog, or the Easter Bunny. They are so caught up in their own lives that they do not care about yours.
28. Most cashiers and sales associates want your business and will not do anything to drive you away.
29. If you let your feminine instincts take over and stop thinking about walking, you walk more fluidly and your feet don't hurt as much.
30. Being called "Ma'am" is the ultimate vindication.
I have been dressing as Janet since I was 6 years old. It began with my Mom's heels at 6.
Realizations at 6
1. Mom's heels are comfy
Image courtesy Photobucket
2. Heels make a neat sound when you walk on a tile floor
Image courtesy Photobucket
Next it was her pantyhose and heels at around 8
Realizations at 8
3. Pantyhose feel so smooth and luxurious when I wear them.
4. Mom sure does dress nice.
Image courtesy Photobucket
Then it was her underwear, pantyhose, clothes, and heels at around 13.
Realizations at 13
5. I would rather dress as a woman than a man.
6. Secretaries wear very nice, comfortable dresses (Mom was a secretary).
Image courtesy Photobucket
7. Shoes feel so much better with pantyhose on your feet (tried with and without-like with better).
Unfortunately, it was also at this time that I started to outgrow Mom's clothes and shoes. Over the next few years, I had to resort to finding other women I encountered that were larger than my Mom and "borrow" their clothes. Luckily, the neighbor's daughter (who was 10 years older than me) and a couple of our neighbors fit the bill.
Realizations at 15
9. Female flight attendants wear the prettiest navy outfits and heels.
Images courtesy Photobucket
10. Black patent is sexy and is my main turn-on (so starts the trend that continues today-60% of my shoes are BP).
This continued until I started driving and working at 17 and could afford to go to the store and purchase my own items. Unfortunately I came to a couple realizations at that point that actually hurt me for a few years.
Realizations at 17
13. Mom was very nosy and loved to search my room, my car, and every other location she could think of to find my stash and get rid of it.
14. Telling the sales associates that the items I was buying were for my mom or girlfriend kept my secret safe.
This continued until I turned 21 and moved into my apartment. My roommate was a beautiful woman that is the same age as me and was my exact same size. I was also spending more time driving around dressed, and started wearing a wig.
Realizations at 21
15. Sleeping in womens underwear is a liberating experience.
16. Having your own room in your own apartment lends itself to massive freedom to dress and experiment in seclusion.
17. Goodwill is a great place to pick up nice gently used clothing at a very reasonable price.
Fast forward to 26. It was then that I decided the time was right to go all the way with my dressing. I started wearing breast forms (cheap ones made of knee highs and birdseed) and makeup. I started paying attention to how I looked in an attempt to pass as Janet.
Realizations at 26
18. Makeup is not that hard to apply.
19. Storage buildings are excellent places to keep your clothes so nosy family members, roommates, girlfriends, and eventually wives do not find them.
20. The storage buildings are also great places to get dressed and undressed.
21. When driving, very few people pay attention to who is driving next to them.
Unfortunately, I spent the next 8 years driving around at night, never getting out of my car, and hiding from the rest of the world. Then the unthinkable happened. I got brave. I decided to step out and walk around the mall. At 34 I came to the realizations that have probably made the most impact on me.
Realizations at 34
22. You will not get arrested for walking around the mall in womens clothing.
23. Going out in public as Janet is an exhilarating experience and beats the hell out of my male persona.
24. Coin operated car washes and park bathrooms make great places to get changed into and out of clothes.
25. Most cashiers don't care who you are buying the clothes for.
That brings us to this past year.
Realizations at 39/40
26. The expensive shoes are expensive for a reason and it is more than because of the name.
28. Most cashiers and sales associates want your business and will not do anything to drive you away.
29. If you let your feminine instincts take over and stop thinking about walking, you walk more fluidly and your feet don't hurt as much.
30. Being called "Ma'am" is the ultimate vindication.
Greetings from Texas
Hi everyone! My name is Janet. I am a lifelong male to female transgendered lady living in Texas. I created this blog to hopefully help other transgenders out there who have struggled with their identity and with other issues. A few ground rules to begin.
1. I am a MTF Transgender. If the whole subject of transgenderism grosses you out, please do not continue to follow this blog. Eventually there will be pictures and discussions about men dressing as women and going out in public. If you are offended by this subject, I suggest you search again.
2. Cyberbullying and harassment of any sort will not be tolerated. Any posts that harass transgenders or any other member of the LGBT community (including their significant others) will be immediately deleted and the violator removed from the blog. NO EXCEPTIONS.
3. Anyone is welcome to follow my blog, and much like an equal opportunity employer I will not restrict access to anyone based on their race, color, religion, national origin, creed, or sexual orientation.
First off, as I mentioned before, I am a male to female transgender. I was born a man but prefer to publicly appear as a woman as often as I am able. In a future blog (or possibly series of blogs), I will discuss how I started down this road to personal freedom.
For now, I will concentrate on my reasons for posting.
I have struggled for years with the knowledge that I was somehow different from everyone else. Male clothes do not impress me, and I would much rather wear womens clothing. I enjoy everything about the clothes I wear. I love the colors, the feel, the fit, and how the clothes look. From reading posts on a crossdresser website (www.crossdressers.com) I have discovered that I am not the only one. Therefore, I decided that I needed to blog about the trials and tribulations (and triumphs) of being a 40 year old transgender. This is not an easy task. I only have one friend that knows my secret. She has been my friend for almost 20 years and accepts me for who I am. I am happily married and have been since 2001, but my wife does not accept this part of me. We have adopted a "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" process for dealing with my transsexualism. She does not ask if I am dressing, and I do not tell. This has been a very difficult part of my life to deal with. I am aware from readings on the previously mentioned website that there are others that are going through the same situation. This blog is meant to offer help and support for others going through this situation, while also giving fellow transgenders a sounding board.
A few things about me:
As I mentioned earlier, I am a 40 year old transgender from Texas. You may notice that I do not call myself a crossdresser or a transvestite. The three terms generally have the same meaning (a person adopting the appearance of the gender opposite of their birth gender), but I feel transgender describes me better than the other two. I am not offended by the other two, and have no problems being called them as well.
When I am by myself out of the house, 99% of the time I am wearing female undergarments. I also try to fully dress (lingerie, pantyhose, clothes, shoes, wig, jewelry, makeup, and nails) at least twice to three times a week on the way into work. I schedule time off from work several times a year to spend full days dressed.
When I am dressed, I do things and go places that I would normally go. For instance, on the way into work I will go to a grocery store to buy breakfast or purchase my lunch for that day. If I need gas, I will stop at the gas station and fill my tank.
A few questions that always come up:
Are you gay? No, I am not. I am attracted to females and always will be. There are transgenders that are gay. I have no problems whatsoever with that. I do not have issues with any members of the LGBT community and welcome their gender and sexual preferences.
Do you want to be a woman? A tricky question that most transgenders have trouble with. If I were younger and did not have the responsibilities I currently have, then I would probably go through the Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS). It is very expensive and participants go through a long, gruelling procedure. The other downside is that you alienate most of the people currently in your life. My parents and family do not know, and I would probably lose contact with the majority of them if I were to change my gender.
How do you act when you are out in public? Like any lady would.
That is it for my (extremely long :-)) introductory blog. I will post more as I am able.
Janet
1. I am a MTF Transgender. If the whole subject of transgenderism grosses you out, please do not continue to follow this blog. Eventually there will be pictures and discussions about men dressing as women and going out in public. If you are offended by this subject, I suggest you search again.
2. Cyberbullying and harassment of any sort will not be tolerated. Any posts that harass transgenders or any other member of the LGBT community (including their significant others) will be immediately deleted and the violator removed from the blog. NO EXCEPTIONS.
3. Anyone is welcome to follow my blog, and much like an equal opportunity employer I will not restrict access to anyone based on their race, color, religion, national origin, creed, or sexual orientation.
First off, as I mentioned before, I am a male to female transgender. I was born a man but prefer to publicly appear as a woman as often as I am able. In a future blog (or possibly series of blogs), I will discuss how I started down this road to personal freedom.
For now, I will concentrate on my reasons for posting.
I have struggled for years with the knowledge that I was somehow different from everyone else. Male clothes do not impress me, and I would much rather wear womens clothing. I enjoy everything about the clothes I wear. I love the colors, the feel, the fit, and how the clothes look. From reading posts on a crossdresser website (www.crossdressers.com) I have discovered that I am not the only one. Therefore, I decided that I needed to blog about the trials and tribulations (and triumphs) of being a 40 year old transgender. This is not an easy task. I only have one friend that knows my secret. She has been my friend for almost 20 years and accepts me for who I am. I am happily married and have been since 2001, but my wife does not accept this part of me. We have adopted a "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" process for dealing with my transsexualism. She does not ask if I am dressing, and I do not tell. This has been a very difficult part of my life to deal with. I am aware from readings on the previously mentioned website that there are others that are going through the same situation. This blog is meant to offer help and support for others going through this situation, while also giving fellow transgenders a sounding board.
A few things about me:
As I mentioned earlier, I am a 40 year old transgender from Texas. You may notice that I do not call myself a crossdresser or a transvestite. The three terms generally have the same meaning (a person adopting the appearance of the gender opposite of their birth gender), but I feel transgender describes me better than the other two. I am not offended by the other two, and have no problems being called them as well.
When I am by myself out of the house, 99% of the time I am wearing female undergarments. I also try to fully dress (lingerie, pantyhose, clothes, shoes, wig, jewelry, makeup, and nails) at least twice to three times a week on the way into work. I schedule time off from work several times a year to spend full days dressed.
When I am dressed, I do things and go places that I would normally go. For instance, on the way into work I will go to a grocery store to buy breakfast or purchase my lunch for that day. If I need gas, I will stop at the gas station and fill my tank.
A few questions that always come up:
Are you gay? No, I am not. I am attracted to females and always will be. There are transgenders that are gay. I have no problems whatsoever with that. I do not have issues with any members of the LGBT community and welcome their gender and sexual preferences.
Do you want to be a woman? A tricky question that most transgenders have trouble with. If I were younger and did not have the responsibilities I currently have, then I would probably go through the Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS). It is very expensive and participants go through a long, gruelling procedure. The other downside is that you alienate most of the people currently in your life. My parents and family do not know, and I would probably lose contact with the majority of them if I were to change my gender.
How do you act when you are out in public? Like any lady would.
That is it for my (extremely long :-)) introductory blog. I will post more as I am able.
Janet
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