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A moment I have been both longing for and dreading finally happened… I came out to my mother. Although she didn’t know it, she has been a major part of my cd/trans journey. A number of recent developments in my life made me realize that now was the time to tell her. I had planned to tell her that I was a crossdresser and that maybe I am actually trans, but when I started talking she listened and I just kept talking. I told her that for as long as I can remember I thought my body was all wrong because I was supposed to be shaped more like her. I told her that by the time I finished high school, I was wearing her underwear and sometimes bras and pantyhose to school every day and about how it was a special treat on days alone in the house to wear her business clothes. I told her about how I’ve developed this side of me as an adult by buying my own clothing, shapewear, and wigs and about going to a dressing service. I even showed her my pictures from that happy day.
Then I told her some even harder stuff… that there’s a woman who she knows, who knew my secret and you encouraged me. Through her I met a man who was interested in me as a woman. My mother’s acquaintance helped me dress and he took me out on dates far away. I had to tell her some of the more intimate stuff so that she would understand how serious this was. I told her that my relationship with him had ended, but that I was deeply grateful for how happy, respected, and most of all feminine he had made me feel. I showed her a picture of my last birthday with me sitting on his lap fully feminized and looking as happy as possible. Finally I told her that I didn’t know where I wanted to go from her, but that at 38 years old I wanted to more fully embrace this part of me. I’m tired of being jealous of women I see when I walk around as myself and think I should look like them.
I really didn’t know what to expect from her as my mother used to be quite judgmental, but she responded as well as any mother could. Of course she had realized that someone was going through her clothing, but she did not know nearly the full extent of it. She told me that she loved me and that I looked beautiful in the pictures. It might be strange for her, but if I wanted to be her daughter, she would do the best she could to treat me like one. She was glad I had a friend who I confided in and wanted to make sure that I was being safe.
She said that she needed a few days to fully process everything that I had told her, but that in a week or two we could have our first mother-daughter dinner date. I absolutely can’t wait for her to meet Michelle. Life isn’t easy with this “little secret” but I’m truly grateful to have gotten this lucky and this much support so far.
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