Lightheart
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- Nov 10, 2005
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- 13
First I would freak out.
After I calmed back down, I'd call in sick to work, doing the best I can to mask my voice, hoping that everything would change back after a day.
During my day at home, I would do all of the mandatory boob and vagina exploration.
Then I would check and see if my history and identification had changed. For the sake of this exercise I'm going to assume they did, because if they didn't, life could easily become unlivable.
[As an aside, did your parents ever tell you what name they had picked out for you if you had been born the opposite sex? I would have been Heather Rene *******.]
Next, I would plan what to do if it's a temporary or a permanent situation. I'd start off by making my appearance as gender-neutral as I could. T-shirts and jeans, grow my hair out to a middling length, and so on.
I'd go on a diet, start jogging, and get contacts -- all things that I probably ought to do now, but am not motivated enough to do. As time went on, I'd put in more effort to learn, look, and act the part -- make-up, clothing, skin care, high heels, etc. If enough time passed and I was still a woman, I'd test the waters to see if I could consciously decide to be attracted to men, or if I would even need to make that decision.
[The GLBT Chatter board might not be the most popular place to say this, but know that I don't mean to offend. It's not that I find the thought of sex with another man repulsive, it's that I find the thought of sex with any specific man, myself included, repulsive. I don't know how women -- or gay men -- do it. I know and recognize what features are attractive in a man, but I am in no way attracted to them myself.]
I might even get some cosmetic surgery eventually. No, not a boob job. My nose is bent ever so slightly to the left after innumerable accidents while learning to crawl and walk, and my right ear sticks out a little bit more than my left because as long as I can remember I've slept on my left side.
For the most part, I'd try to get on with my life. I'd go on doing the main things I'm doing now. I'd be looking for a better job and that special someone to spend my life with, just like I am now.
After I calmed back down, I'd call in sick to work, doing the best I can to mask my voice, hoping that everything would change back after a day.
During my day at home, I would do all of the mandatory boob and vagina exploration.
Then I would check and see if my history and identification had changed. For the sake of this exercise I'm going to assume they did, because if they didn't, life could easily become unlivable.
[As an aside, did your parents ever tell you what name they had picked out for you if you had been born the opposite sex? I would have been Heather Rene *******.]
Next, I would plan what to do if it's a temporary or a permanent situation. I'd start off by making my appearance as gender-neutral as I could. T-shirts and jeans, grow my hair out to a middling length, and so on.
I'd go on a diet, start jogging, and get contacts -- all things that I probably ought to do now, but am not motivated enough to do. As time went on, I'd put in more effort to learn, look, and act the part -- make-up, clothing, skin care, high heels, etc. If enough time passed and I was still a woman, I'd test the waters to see if I could consciously decide to be attracted to men, or if I would even need to make that decision.
[The GLBT Chatter board might not be the most popular place to say this, but know that I don't mean to offend. It's not that I find the thought of sex with another man repulsive, it's that I find the thought of sex with any specific man, myself included, repulsive. I don't know how women -- or gay men -- do it. I know and recognize what features are attractive in a man, but I am in no way attracted to them myself.]
I might even get some cosmetic surgery eventually. No, not a boob job. My nose is bent ever so slightly to the left after innumerable accidents while learning to crawl and walk, and my right ear sticks out a little bit more than my left because as long as I can remember I've slept on my left side.
For the most part, I'd try to get on with my life. I'd go on doing the main things I'm doing now. I'd be looking for a better job and that special someone to spend my life with, just like I am now.
We'd be bumping until I was sure my first monthly visitor would not be coming. My first realization of my being trans was at a very early age, when my mom was pregnant with my 3rd brother. I remember having the thought, after she explained where babies came from, that I should have been able to become pregnant... I've always wished that I could carry our children, feeling them grow in me, having that connection that only Moms get.
