I Wtk About Your Special Day
29 Feb. 2008 was the day that marked when my mom came around to full acceptance of who I am and what is happening to me.
It all goes back to my birth, but this story really begins on 31 Oct 2007. I was 13. It was Halloween night and I was getting dressed in some of my sisters old clothes, getting ready to go out and walk up and down the streets with my friends and just hang out, dressed up in costumes, like we did every year since we had decided we were too old to actually trick or treat. Mom commented on the fact that, for the past 4 years I had dressed up as a girl, every time and she said that, "it's rather odd to me how you don't just "crossdress" for halloween, you take as much time getting ready to go out as a girl getting ready for a date." She also said, "You fuss over your hair and makeup like a real girl, and nothing like a guy would who was just dressing like a girl for laughs. It makes it look like you really wanna pass as a real girl. It concerns me that you like it so much."
Well, i had been struggling with wanting to but being afraid to tell her the truth. I had actually had a conversation with my older sister days before about me maybe finally talking to mom about it on halloween. Well, when she said all this I had my opportunity to say something, so I replied, "as a matter of fact, mom, I don't like it TOO much. I like it just right and I actually do want to be a girl. For real, mom. No, no, I don't WANT to be a girl, mom, I AM a girl. I have always felt like a girl. I hate having to live like a boy, I always have for as long as I can remember." Her response to me was, " are you telling me you are like those boys that were on that episode of Maury that was on a few weeks ago?"
"YOU watched that, mom?"
I did."
"Yeah mom, I am, I am just like those GIRLS that were on there."
Here response to me was, " It's just a phase, you'll get over it. Now go have fun tonight and don't be out too late."
Well, that was it. She didn't say anything else about it and in fact acted like the conversation never happened. Fall ended and winter came. Before you knew it, Christmas was here and still no mention of what I had said and no acknowledgement of that conversation at all. My sister tried to talk to her about it a couple of times but she didn't want to talk about it.
Around new years my sister got the idea to start "accidentally ' leaving web pages on the computer about gender dysphoria and teen transgenders. She would report back to me that, from looking at the history, mom had taken the bait and had been looking at the sites that had been left for her. Yet, still no acknowledgement from her about anything.
Fast forward to 29 Feb 2008. My alarm sounded, awakening me to get ready for school. I reached over and shut the alarm off without opening my eyes. After laying there for a few more moments I opened my eyed and spotted something on the chair next to my bed. A pair of brand new jeans. On top of the jeans was a floral print cotton padded cup "enhancement' bra, a pair of dark rose color cotton panties, and . Across the back of the chair was a mauve colored t shirt that said in curly script, ' I AM SOMEBODY SPECIAL."
About the same time I saw all this mom yells from her room, "get up and get dressed. I left you some new clothes on your chair. Oh, and you are skipping school today. We got other things to do."
My first thought was WTF?!? but then I thought about it for about 2 seconds as I full woke up. Thats when my heart skipped a beat as I jumped out of bed and bounced over to the chair. I was so excited i jumped up and down a couple times as I clapped in delight.
That day was the most wonderful day of my life so far. I put the clothes on and walked across the hall to moms room. I stopped in the doorway, heart pounding in my chest, behind my beautiful new padded bra. I had my head down looking at the floor at a brand new pair of 1.5 inch strappy heels sitting in the box about 4 feet inside the door. When she noticed me and she told me to get them and come over. I picked the shoes up out of the box by the heel straps as I walked to her and she embraced me, holding me in a tight hug that lasted for, what seemed like 10 min, at least. She told me how much she loved me and how she didn't want to lose me. We both cried and hugged. She also told me how she understood, now, a lot better what I had been trying to tell her last halloween.
When the tears were done she put a little makeup on my face, used a curling iron on my hair which came down to the bottom of my earlobe, then painted my fingernails and toe nails a elegant pale pink before helping me slip into those gorgeous strappy heels I had already fallen in love with. While she did this she explained the plan for the day. We were going to go out to breakfast and then shopping, lunch, and then to see a gender specialist whom we had an appointment with that afternoon.
OMG, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked her what happened to my mom and who was this person, and she said she had been doing a lot of research and had even been to a teen LGBT support group meeting a couple days ago.. She told me about a girl that she had met there that was 3 years older than me that was really having a hard time because her parents didnt approve of what she was doing, trying to be who she was. She also said the girls' dad had kicked her out of the house after she was caught, one day,in a skirt and blouse and a bra. He told her that no sissy, swishy pantsed ****** was gonna live in his house. She now lives with her aunt who is hiding her from her dad. (His sister, go figure)
She said that before the meeting she had began to understand what was going on with me and when she met that girl it hit home for her how important it was for her to support me in every way she could.
She had me stand up and walk around a bit to see how well I was going to be able to walk in those shoes. I was a little shaky at first but she said I was doing amazingly better than she thought I would. She didn't know how many times in the past I had a pair of her shoes around my room, teaching my self how to do it. She also commented on how feminine I walked, as if it were natural to me. Again, something I had observed from other girls and taught myself (lower your center of gravity, make your movements from below the waist, one foot in front of the other, smaller steps, sway the hips...)
I could go into datail about my day and the shoes, tons of shoes I tried on that day and about the salon treatment I got and the visit to Claire's to get my ears pierced, the TONS of questions she asked but I won't, not today. I got other stuff to go do and my story is long enough already. I don't want to bore everyone so much they never wanna read any of my stories. = ) I also didn't even get into how mom made my transition easier by having me go back to school after this special day, at a brand new school where none of the students knew or suspected anything other than I was a girl.
It all goes back to my birth, but this story really begins on 31 Oct 2007. I was 13. It was Halloween night and I was getting dressed in some of my sisters old clothes, getting ready to go out and walk up and down the streets with my friends and just hang out, dressed up in costumes, like we did every year since we had decided we were too old to actually trick or treat. Mom commented on the fact that, for the past 4 years I had dressed up as a girl, every time and she said that, "it's rather odd to me how you don't just "crossdress" for halloween, you take as much time getting ready to go out as a girl getting ready for a date." She also said, "You fuss over your hair and makeup like a real girl, and nothing like a guy would who was just dressing like a girl for laughs. It makes it look like you really wanna pass as a real girl. It concerns me that you like it so much."
Well, i had been struggling with wanting to but being afraid to tell her the truth. I had actually had a conversation with my older sister days before about me maybe finally talking to mom about it on halloween. Well, when she said all this I had my opportunity to say something, so I replied, "as a matter of fact, mom, I don't like it TOO much. I like it just right and I actually do want to be a girl. For real, mom. No, no, I don't WANT to be a girl, mom, I AM a girl. I have always felt like a girl. I hate having to live like a boy, I always have for as long as I can remember." Her response to me was, " are you telling me you are like those boys that were on that episode of Maury that was on a few weeks ago?"
"YOU watched that, mom?"
I did."
"Yeah mom, I am, I am just like those GIRLS that were on there."
Here response to me was, " It's just a phase, you'll get over it. Now go have fun tonight and don't be out too late."
Well, that was it. She didn't say anything else about it and in fact acted like the conversation never happened. Fall ended and winter came. Before you knew it, Christmas was here and still no mention of what I had said and no acknowledgement of that conversation at all. My sister tried to talk to her about it a couple of times but she didn't want to talk about it.
Around new years my sister got the idea to start "accidentally ' leaving web pages on the computer about gender dysphoria and teen transgenders. She would report back to me that, from looking at the history, mom had taken the bait and had been looking at the sites that had been left for her. Yet, still no acknowledgement from her about anything.
Fast forward to 29 Feb 2008. My alarm sounded, awakening me to get ready for school. I reached over and shut the alarm off without opening my eyes. After laying there for a few more moments I opened my eyed and spotted something on the chair next to my bed. A pair of brand new jeans. On top of the jeans was a floral print cotton padded cup "enhancement' bra, a pair of dark rose color cotton panties, and . Across the back of the chair was a mauve colored t shirt that said in curly sc
About the same time I saw all this mom yells from her room, "get up and get dressed. I left you some new clothes on your chair. Oh, and you are skipping school today. We got other things to do."
My first thought was WTF?!? but then I thought about it for about 2 seconds as I full woke up. Thats when my heart skipped a beat as I jumped out of bed and bounced over to the chair. I was so excited i jumped up and down a couple times as I clapped in delight.
That day was the most wonderful day of my life so far. I put the clothes on and walked across the hall to moms room. I stopped in the doorway, heart pounding in my chest, behind my beautiful new padded bra. I had my head down looking at the floor at a brand new pair of 1.5 inch strappy heels sitting in the box about 4 feet inside the door. When she noticed me and she told me to get them and come over. I picked the shoes up out of the box by the heel straps as I walked to her and she embraced me, holding me in a tight hug that lasted for, what seemed like 10 min, at least. She told me how much she loved me and how she didn't want to lose me. We both cried and hugged. She also told me how she understood, now, a lot better what I had been trying to tell her last halloween.
When the tears were done she put a little makeup on my face, used a curling iron on my hair which came down to the bottom of my earlobe, then painted my fingernails and toe nails a elegant pale pink before helping me slip into those gorgeous strappy heels I had already fallen in love with. While she did this she explained the plan for the day. We were going to go out to breakfast and then shopping, lunch, and then to see a gender specialist whom we had an appointment with that afternoon.
OMG, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked her what happened to my mom and who was this person, and she said she had been doing a lot of research and had even been to a teen LGBT support group meeting a couple days ago.. She told me about a girl that she had met there that was 3 years older than me that was really having a hard time because her parents didnt approve of what she was doing, trying to be who she was. She also said the girls' dad had kicked her out of the house after she was caught, one day,in a skirt and blouse and a bra. He told her that no sissy, swishy pantsed ****** was gonna live in his house. She now lives with her aunt who is hiding her from her dad. (His sister, go figure)
She said that before the meeting she had began to understand what was going on with me and when she met that girl it hit home for her how important it was for her to support me in every way she could.
She had me stand up and walk around a bit to see how well I was going to be able to walk in those shoes. I was a little shaky at first but she said I was doing amazingly better than she thought I would. She didn't know how many times in the past I had a pair of her shoes around my room, teaching my self how to do it. She also commented on how feminine I walked, as if it were natural to me. Again, something I had observed from other girls and taught myself (lower your center of gravity, make your movements from below the waist, one foot in front of the other, smaller steps, sway the hips...)
I could go into datail about my day and the shoes, tons of shoes I tried on that day and about the salon treatment I got and the visit to Claire's to get my ears pierced, the TONS of questions she asked but I won't, not today. I got other stuff to go do and my story is long enough already. I don't want to bore everyone so much they never wanna read any of my stories. = ) I also didn't even get into how mom made my transition easier by having me go back to school after this special day, at a brand new school where none of the students knew or suspected anything other than I was a girl.
Age:
18-21
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Female
