Then the Internet reached me and I realised I wasn't alone. I couldn't believe it. Thousands and thousands of people who were similar to me, desperate to be what they were but equally desperate to hide it. So I started to talk, and I started to learn, and I couldn't resist any longer. Later that year, it
was 1995 (I know because of the operating system (geek!) my Father died. This totally destabilised me and I was at a loss at what to do. I haven't yet mentioned my parents, but they were so lovely, they brought me up perfectly, and my feelings were nothing to do with them. I still love them both dearly. My Mother knows what I am but never wants to see me as Tricia, after all I am her only son. But...... she is old and I don't, desperately don't, want to scare her.
Then I told my partner, there was no other way, I had to - it was really getting to me. She was at first supportive and we went to get a wig fitting and went to Manchester, with me dressed yippee!, on a couple of occasions. Ultimately though neither of us could cope. My tranny ways were coming home, and would roost, and she simply could not accept me as the person I was when we met. We have, and are still, together for the children but ultimately we lead separate lives. We both wanted our freedom but still love the children though and would hate any real harm to come to them. I think we are working together to ensure all is OK.
As for me, I got some excellent advice and started getting a wardrobe together. Its not bad and is growing almost daily. I wear panties all the time, have grown my nails and have taken to wearing nail varnish and wear perfume, but only on my wrists when in male mode. I do like to smell the perfume during the day. I am basically on the limit of male acceptance.
Hugs all, I feel quite emotional over that.
was 1995 (I know because of the operating system (geek!) my Father died. This totally destabilised me and I was at a loss at what to do. I haven't yet mentioned my parents, but they were so lovely, they brought me up perfectly, and my feelings were nothing to do with them. I still love them both dearly. My Mother knows what I am but never wants to see me as Tricia, after all I am her only son. But...... she is old and I don't, desperately don't, want to scare her.
Then I told my partner, there was no other way, I had to - it was really getting to me. She was at first supportive and we went to get a wig fitting and went to Manchester, with me dressed yippee!, on a couple of occasions. Ultimately though neither of us could cope. My tranny ways were coming home, and would roost, and she simply could not accept me as the person I was when we met. We have, and are still, together for the children but ultimately we lead separate lives. We both wanted our freedom but still love the children though and would hate any real harm to come to them. I think we are working together to ensure all is OK.
As for me, I got some excellent advice and started getting a wardrobe together. Its not bad and is growing almost daily. I wear panties all the time, have grown my nails and have taken to wearing nail varnish and wear perfume, but only on my wrists when in male mode. I do like to smell the perfume during the day. I am basically on the limit of male acceptance.
Hugs all, I feel quite emotional over that.
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