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ware of me. I had no choice in the matter. He went to the base pyscologist.There were two or three sessions. The Dr. explained what was going on. Unfgort unatley that wasn't much.That was 1953 just before CXhristine Jorgenson stuned the world and gave me a glimmer of hope. The dr could do nothing in the medical sense so he s uggested that buy what I needed. Put it in a locker and once in a while rent ahotel/motel room and, his words, relive the pressure. It worked fir the time in the Air Force but it wasn't enough so I pushed harder. I suppose some would say real I was a real bitch about it. Hotrl/motel rooms became terrible things. There was a strange twist to the story. I came out a second time to my mom. Isked her if she would give me close sizes. She did surprise surprise!!
POST MILITARY
He was now out of the military and had a lot more freedom and I could take over. Bought my own wardrobe through catalogs Those hotel days did give me chance to learn how to use makeup. The one thing that I found important....practice practice and more practice. There are many resources avil able which tell y ou how to do it.Here are a few: Womens magzines , the internet (you tube) the clerk behind the counter (he/she does not have to know its for you). I did not go outmuch at all during this period. There were identity problems along with the battle between him and me. One day he, for reasons nknown, decided to get married. Back in the box I went. Purge time. All femme stuff out. The x knew about me (Donna) but figured I was boxed up for good
The marriage fell apart eventully. She carried a child, my son. Male or female he is the best thing that ever happened to me. Weare stii best of riendsand go shootin together every once in awhile. Sorry about the digression . The last year of the marriage was oivertly weird. We were exchanging outfits. She had the cutest little shoirt shorts out fit. PERFECT FIT. I let her borrow my little faux fur jacket. The real jaw dropper occurred when I (Donna) was out of the box. I came home one day, en femm, and found a strange car in the driveway. It belonged to the x's boy friend . well girl this make it or break it time. I walked in. They were having coffee. She, the x, introduced me as Donna to him, then he told his 8 year old son to help the lady with the grocies.
Afew eords on the act of being. Sooner or later you will co out in to the world en femm. When you do interact with the people you run into. Don'tbe silent say hi,ask how they are doing, use there ames if they h+e name tags. Don"t get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with being a couch queen, but there is abig worlout there and no reason the keepyour pretty little self boxed up.
THE DARK AGES
1970. This was the year I went into SRS. Not much was known about trnsgendeers at the time. My sureon aws qualified but only in the basics. He did his workout of aclinic not a hospital. He did not dueplastic surgery. when you got right downto it he followed the mantra of the time. That Mantra was " cut down the pole an dig a hole". It worked in its own way.I haven' had any complaint any way. There was no chat room. t here was no one t Whetnherk.There was a small,5 or 6 of us in ROW HOISE IN san franscio. From thw clonic we wer trans ported,via car,to the drs apartment where we recovered. Being a pioneer sucks. Whether you area pioneer ir modern day hospital patient the whole thing is no walk in the park. I don"t want to be a party pooper but th truth must be told.
LIVING AS A WOMAN
Shortyly after surgery I had my name changed to my real name Donna. This was followed by changing the name and gender on my driver license. Lastly get a new birth certificate from your stat of bith. You will needit if you are going to travel internatioaly.
Do youhave health insurance? If so it out for a "pre existin condition"claus. My insurance covere80% of my bill due to sucha claus. They did not cover hair removale however. Regarding work if you have a jb talk toyour company about trh transition. While my company balked t]at the idea they did come around. There was one r ule that had to be followed. I could not be me (Donna) until the operation was done. I DID NOT SIT AND WATCH tv on weekends. I was out and about, yes making out withmen. I have the dubious distinction of walking through hotel lbbies at 5and 6 in the morning rather disheveled. Frankly I like the male animal as strange as thry are. Its part fo being a woman. Enjoy
I was suoervusir in an airline iffice. there was some fruct ion because they did not like a female supervisor. We all got over utand ut worked out . So check it out with yoiur boss.
I'll close with a with this. I am a 24/7 girl now. Walked out of that clinic wear my favorite dress and never looked back. You an do the same.
love being a woman
Donna
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The missing chapter. THE EARLY YEARS
at age 4 or 5 I was dancing around the house with a feather bola around my neck and my moms shoes.
the next remembered event was a Haloween paety at about age 7 or 8. <other diecided that I should go as a little Princess. There was resistence on my part but she was bigger than I I wore a lovely anklngth satin gown, cute little shoes (1 inch).I had a tiera on my head. Some adults commened on what a pretty little girl I was. However the adults didn' really count. There were a few older boys (11-!2 years) at the party. Their hormones were on the move. They liked me an did their best to impress me. I was avery happy little girl when I went home that night. Deep in my heart of hearts I knew my fate. Self deninial ruled the day however.
THE TEEN YEARS
A few words about my family. My parents were fire breathing, bible pounding belivers. I knew hell before I walked out the front door. In addition to those two I was gifted with 3 brothers. My father was a macho type. In spite of this mixture of males I still managed to crossdress using my mothers things.
Due to the ethics of that era nobody talked about sex. Some how my parents, in my mind produced 4 kids and never had sex. I thought what I was doing was normal behavior. I became aware of me (Donna) at about 17 years old. I learned thru the reading of a magazine called Sexology. It was delivered in a manills envelope. It was pulished/written by one not quite a dr.,Benjamine. He wasa caniate for a PHD at Columbia University NYC. He did an entire issue on transvestism. The light dawned and Donna became real. denial still rujled the day. A t 15 or so I outed myself to my mother. She shrugged her shoulders and wentback to her reading.
THE MILITARY YEARS
At 18 I enlisted in the Air Force. The first year was a year of learning and, in general things military. I am happy to say that he became
Dear Donna,
i LOVED your story. It was told from the heart and Oh, the part of you being a pioneer was so emotional. I could only imagine what it was like back then. The imagery was fantastic also. I could actually see the little you in her feather boa floating across the room.
How did you ever survive your Air Force days is also beyond me. Being told to sneak away to a hotel to relieve the pressure is simply idiotic !!!
After reading your life story I am so appreciative of the times we live in today and I salute all of you who paved the way for us today.
God Bless You Donna and from all of us at CDH, Thank You.
Best Wishes,
Joanna R.
Donna, congratulations on getting through all that, welcome to CDH.
The missing chapter. THE EARLY YEARS
At age 4 or 5 I was dancing around the house with a feather bola around my neck in my moms shoes.
The next remembered event was a Helloween party at about age 7 or 8. Mother decided that I should go as a little Princess. There was resistence on my part but she was bigger than I. I wore a lovely ankle length satin gown, cute little shoes (1 inch).I had a tiara on my head. Some adults commened on what a pretty little girl I was. However the adults didn’ really count. There were a few older boys (11-!2 years) at the party. Their hormones were on the move. They liked me an did their best to impress me. I was a very happy little girl when I went home that night. Deep in my heart of hearts I knew my fate. Self deninial ruled the day however.
THE TEEN YEARS
A few words about my family. My parents were fire breathing, bible pounding belivers. I knew hell before I walked out the front door. In addition to those two I was gifted with 3 brothers. My father was a macho type. In spite of this mixture of males I still managed to crossdress using my mothers things.
Due to the ethics of that era nobody talked about sex. Some how my parents, in my mind produced 4 kids and never had sex. I thought what I was doing was normal behavior. I became aware of me (Donna) at about 17 years old. I learned thru the reading of a magazine called Sexology. It was delivered in a manila envelope. It was pulished/written by one not quite a D.,Benjamine. He was candidate for a PHD at Columbia University NYC. He did an entire issue on transvestism. The light dawned and Donna became real. Denial still ruled the day. At 15 or so I outed myself to my mother. She shrugged her shoulders and wentback to her reading.
THE MILITARY YEARS
At 18 I enlisted in the Air Force. The first year was a year of learning and, in general things military. I am happy to say that he became
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