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I just started this year, I never could accept being too feminine because I didn't want to be a gay-cliche'. My ex really encouraged me to be myself, though this is one of the reasons we couldn't be together.

I work at walmart, which is a very strange experience. I have a cool coworker that I trust a bit, and I asked her if she'd ring me out because I was buying some things for my "girlfriend", who doesn't exist. I had her walk around with me as I picked out a top and some very cute panties. I've always been very jealous of the underwear that women get to wear. We went back to sporting goods and she rung me out.

I got home and everything was too small and I couldn't very well return it. There's a difference between buying women's clothes and buying women's clothes where almost everyone knows you. So I kinda stretched out the panties and wore them when I was feeling down, but never ever outside the house, especially not to work.

So then I got stuck on second shift for a month. One night I noticed some lace nighties, and with my "extraordinary eyesight" I noticed a 2X in black. I bought a few groceries that night, must have walked through apparel 5 times, but there was a 3rd shift person right near the rack. So I got in line, waiting to checkout. Then I got in my own face, kinda like I used to be, thought "you march back there and get that #@%&ing nightie!" so I did.

Got home, was too tight...that's one of the reasons I hate dressing up; I just look horrible.

So, as it turns out, the first thing I ever bought that fit was at an adult store. It was this pink nightie and it was adorable. Lace top with tiny pink bows on the front, and it fit! I felt so lovable in it.

Then when I had a bit of money, I started shopping online. Lane Bryant, One Stop Plus, Amazon, I used the size chart and everything almost fit. There was this tank that was just too big. But now I have a complete set of panties that fit and are adorable and I have two complete outfits, they're just a cami/skirt combo but they fit and work.

I just started doing makeup, eyeshadow is easy, mascara isn't. I use lip gloss and this foundation method doesn't seem to make a difference.

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When I was about 12 we had a neighbor move and leave many things behind. One thing left behind was a padded bra which I quickly claimed and would stuff with foam rubber. We lived in the country so I could easily get lost wearing my bra. Later when I was about 16 I started wearing my mothers bras when no one was home. The first bra was a padded A cup, my mothers bras were a full D cup. I would stuff the cups with wash rags. In my 20's my wife was flat chested and wore padded bras. I bought her a pair of B cup breast forms and later a couple pair of C cup silicone breast forms. I wore her forms every chance I got. She also wore 4" high heels and had a number of pairs which I also enjoyed even though I had to tape them on. In my forties when we were divorced I bought myself a pair of C cup breast forms and a pair of 5" high heels.My job required traveling and I would take my shoes, bra and forms with me. Being out of town allowed me slip out of the hotel in dress. Over the years I have graduated to 6 1/2" heels and both DD forms and J cup forms. I can't dress at home very often as my current wife would frown on that. I do leave my stash at the office to wear after hours and will slip out after dark in dress for a walk or drive. My wife is out of the house tonight and I am in my heels, J cup forms and I have two kotex pads keeping my flat in front as I write this. As soon as it gets dark I will slip out for a walk minus the 6 1/2 heels. I love the feeling I get when dressed and would wear a bra and breast forms 24/7 if I could.

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Guest Monte M

I was fourteen and I had a pair of flannel shorts that I had gotten from a Girl Scout Jamboree I went to in Minnesota. They were meant to look like boxers but be girl shorts. But they were so soft and so comfortable, that I started wearing them to bed. At first I wore them with panties on underneath, then I went without. I felt so strange without anything constricting, but it felt good too. Then I started wearing them under jeans (even though they weren't meant for that) and wore them as much as I possibly could (I only had the one pair). But when the elastic started to go, I knew I just couldn't give that freedom up, so I asked my mom if she would buy me real boxers, and she said yes. I've never looked back :)

Monte

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Guest Ryan+Reann

Well, mine all started around when I was 4, I would let my mom and sister paint my fingernails when they did theirs mainly since they took care of me the most, my mom would also let me play in her heels. In a way I'm angered this happened but still so happy I am part male and female :)

I'm now 13, and I first really put on my mothers clothes starting with a pantyhose when I was 11. But my interest left with clothing and went to makeup but mostly nail polish :D I used to go and take my paint set and literally paint my nails with paint. xD Then I started using expo markers mainly since it was easier and I had a very nice red marker :) Red being my favorite color. And when I was around 12 was the 1st time I ever did my nails. It felt so right, I was in love. I have painted my nails, put on lipstick, curled my lashes, tried eyeshadow, but I don't really know how to do it. So I never looked good :( And I don't have a wig so It looked even worse :( I have such big dreams, my biggest dream would be to go to a place like TG nails and get a manicure, maybe do my makeup if they can. I just can't wait :)

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Guest Sarah Miller

When I was 15 My sister ran away from home to live with our estranged father. I was home alone over that summer possibly for the first time I remember. One day I wondered into my sisters room and went through her things. before long I started trying in her skirts and dresses. It was thrilling. Over the next couple of years I would try on my mothers clothes when she was away. I also used to wear my sisters old school uniforms under my boys uniform to school.

Girlfriends, female housemates, no one was safe. I'd let myself into rooms when they were out and try on their stuff.

A few tImes I bought a dress or two ( always a gift for a pretend girlfriend) but threw them out from fear if being caught. It wasn't until a few weeks ago I rented a post box and have bought many outfits from eBay.

My next goal is to go out one night fully dressed to the nines and looking great. Gotta get my make up skills better first.

xxo Sarah

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Guest Rowan19

It all started in my room at our old house very late at night. When I was twelve I started waking up in the middle of the night, a habit I've grown out of now. In fact my sleep patterns have done a 180, instead of lack of sleep I sleep too much! Lol. Anyway when I wasn't hungry I'd have some time to myself, so eventually one night began to crossdress. I tucked my hair up in a black beanie(The one in my DP which I still have), wore my very baggy monster cross T-shirt and some girl's denim shorts that looked like they were meant for boys. Not short-shorts, the ones that hit just above the knee. And I'd try and hit on my mirror in a deep voice, like: "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" XD Anyway that was the start of Rowan. I'd never heard of crossdressers or FTMs before either, only drag queens like Dame Edna. A few years later I got tempted to google it, I found pretty much everything on alternative gender including Laura's. A few monthes after that there was no denying the enevitable, I was Rowan. :)

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Guest Felicia Anne

i remember being about 5 or so... and without any forethought or planning, i simply decided to put on my sisters clothes and be a girl that day. i remember putting on silky panties, tights, a slip that matched the panties (pale blue as i recall), and a blue flower dress. i put my hair up under a hairband, slipped on a pair of black mary janes, and went to greet my family.

they laughed, and thought it was delightful. until they asked me to put on "normal clothes"...

(suffice to say, temper tantrum does not even BEGIN to describe what followed...)

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Guest Svenna

I was already pretty well involved with female clothes by the time I was 5...

A particularly fine, lacy, snow white first communion dress kept my interest until I finally and unmistakably outgrew it. My heart broke when I heard that seam give way...awwww...

I am eager to start building a great wardrobe of my own for real life use. Very eager...

Love and lace, Svenna

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Guest surifi

well i have always had a voice that with minimal effort could sound so feminine my female friends would say i could sound more girly then them. eventaully i did my first and currently only crossdress was a female costume at an anime convention. to be honest i only did it to get them to stop teasing me that i should but to be honest i was really relaxing and i enjoyed it. probably going to again at some point.

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Shy & sexually aroused at age 14 I found my 1st pair of Girl's panties outside a motel pool, took them home real fast, locked myself in the bathroom and slipped them on in front of the mirror, thinking my derrierre looked like a Girls from behind while self gratifying. Love the females all my life, butt still get aroused when I slip on some panties and things, it just makes me feel erotic & sexy, unlike male clothes do.

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Guest Steph S.

I cannot remember exactly how I started but I think it was when I was going through puberty and started to experiment with my sexual side. For some reason I went into my sisters room and in her drawers and found a pair of her day of the week underwear. I can still remember them being the Friday black ones with a nylon gusset in them. Well they were so soft I found myself trying them on and before I knew it I had become completely addicted to anything made out of soft, silky nylong. That was almost 30 years ago.

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Guest Annalee

I grew up around dancers, women that always looked great and smelled fantastic, I developed and admiration for the female form. I actually wore my sisters clothes, and as I got older I wore my mom's clothes. Its something I've done ever since, I still dress up when I'm at home, and still wear panties and bra under my work clothes. There's a certain kind of 'mystique' about wanting to be a woman. The mannerisms just fascinate me, the way she talks, walks and carries herself is just a stunning thing to watch, truly the proverbial 'poetry in motion'. I wanted to emulate that, and I still do it today.

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Guest iluvalexis

I started when I saw my stepmoms dress laying on the bathroom floor. I was curious so I tried it on I liked the way it felt. Then in my teens I did it in secret when my parents were gone.I would wear skirts,dresses, and pantyhose. I still do it now but only in the privacy of my own home. I wear skirts, dreses, tights, tops, and heels.

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Guest Clair Dufour

My first year of High School my sister got a bunch of wigs a friend and i tried one on and went YES! I loked good, some said too good. The British Invason was is full swing so I started growing it out. Even before this I was a Pony Clubber which is mostly girls so much of the kit that gets handed down is girl cut. The combination was awsome and it sure did not hurt my scores at trials. Hanging with horsewomen has also defined to me what women should like.

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Guest heather47

I was five years old when I started. I would sneak into her room and put on her dresses. One day she caught me ouch. I continued though. I wud steal her panties and wear them all the time.

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Guest ValerieM

I grew up with 2 older sisters and when I was born they would take turns having me sleep with them and would put me in a nightgown until I was about 6 or 7. Then when I was about 12 I would wait until I was home alone and would try on their dresses, heals, bras, etc... I stopped for a long time but still knew that I liked it. The first time as a adult was a year ago on a business trip. I had periodically worn makeup and my wife's bras or nighty when I was home alone, but on this trip I took a long skirt, bra, flats, blouse jewelry and makeup. I did it all. It took me about an hour to musterthe courage to go to dinner like that, but I did. It was scary at first but I loved it. Since then I have cross dressed on every business trip in the evenings (2 or 3 times a year). I told my wife after the last trip. She is in couceling trying to figure out what to do about it. But, she has encouraged me to join a support group. It is a little rocky at home right now, but she lets me cross dress 2 to 3 times a week as long as the kids are not home and if she does not have to see it. Hope things improve here, but it is the most liberating thing I have ever done.

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Guest rikkicd64

I grew up with 2 older sisters and when I was born they would take turns having me sleep with them and would put me in a nightgown until I was about 6 or 7. Then when I was about 12 I would wait until I was home alone and would try on their dresses, heals, bras, etc... I stopped for a long time but still knew that I liked it. The first time as a adult was a year ago on a business trip. I had periodically worn makeup and my wife's bras or nighty when I was home alone, but on this trip I took a long skirt, bra, flats, blouse jewelry and makeup. I did it all. It took me about an hour to musterthe courage to go to dinner like that, but I did. It was scary at first but I loved it. Since then I have cross dressed on every business trip in the evenings (2 or 3 times a year). I told my wife after the last trip. She is in couceling trying to figure out what to do about it. But, she has encouraged me to join a support group. It is a little rocky at home right now, but she lets me cross dress 2 to 3 times a week as long as the kids are not home and if she does not have to see it. Hope things improve here, but it is the most liberating thing I have ever done.

Valerie,bless you my dear,I know it took a lot of courage to start "coming out",I am proud of you. You just hang in there,there are a lot of us "sisters"whom are at differrent stages being our complete selves. At this site you will find others that understand and support you.....Rikki...
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I started about 25 years ago,strictly in the closet,I started my coming out a little over a year ago when I realized crossdressing was an important part of who I am. It did not have anything to do with sexual arrousal,it was just part of the caring,kind person that I am. I now dress 95 percent of the time,wear makeup and act and conduct myself as a lady. I feel that I am a much more complete person now. Happier than I've ever been.Plus I have found that womens clothes are a lot more comfortable.

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rikkicd: its interesting to read your and so many other accounts of how they began. I'm at a point now where I realize that I have a long history of cyclic impulses of fantasizing while completely or partially cross dressed, only to purge soon after. I have recently started doing things not for arousal, but some other level of enjoyment, like wearing a waist trimmer and sitting to pee - still deeply closeted.

Anyway, my brief account...

Not sure how much it counts as cross dressing, but I remember getting into a bathroom drawer and getting into my mothers package of pads - I must have been 10 or 11. I didn't have a concept of their purpose - just that they were for girls and I wanted to try it out!. I definitely began at about 12 though when, on occassion, I 'borrowed' panties from my sister when she was away. In my 20's I stole bits of other girls laundry out of apartment laundry rooms. I feel bad about that now, both for the thievery and that I ultimately threw away their jeans or panties in shame. Have since purchased and purged online or at clothing stores several times. This web community seems like an encouraging (very diverse) group. Now at age 32, I hope to explore my 'dark side' and gradually reveal it to my significant other.

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rikkicd: its interesting to read your and so many other accounts of how they began. I'm at a point now where I realize that I have a long history of cyclic impulses of fantasizing while completely or partially cross dressed, only to purge soon after. I have recently started doing things not for arousal, but some other level of enjoyment, like wearing a waist trimmer and sitting to pee - still deeply closeted.

Anyway, my brief account...

Not sure how much it counts as cross dressing, but I remember getting into a bathroom drawer and getting into my mothers package of pads - I must have been 10 or 11. I didn't have a concept of their purpose - just that they were for girls and I wanted to try it out!. I definitely began at about 12 though when, on occassion, I 'borrowed' panties from my sister when she was away. In my 20's I stole bits of other girls laundry out of apartment laundry rooms. I feel bad about that now, both for the thievery and that I ultimately threw away their jeans or panties in shame. Have since purchased and purged online or at clothing stores several times. This web community seems like an encouraging (very diverse) group. Now at age 32, I hope to explore my 'dark side' and gradually reveal it to my significant other.

Good for you dear,I've found that my"dark side",is really a very bright and colorful side.You will know in your heart when to take the next step,it took me almost a year to go even to a cafe completely dressed. It has been so long that I can't remember the last time I stood to pee,is much more comfortable to sit.

Bless you dear.....Rikki....

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Guest brendastevens

I started wearing my mom's panties when I was 11. But really, I so loved girls and the way they looked, the way they dressed from my earliest memories. But that was back in the 50's, when boys were supposed to be boys, and well...after years of just wanting to slip on some girls clothing, I finally did so when I was 11, taking a piar of my mom's panties off the 'clothes horse', and trying them on. I could not quit from that moment on, and just kept this all to myself, in my shame, that I was a boy who liked to wear girl's panties and pretty girly things. From that moment on I was constantly searching through the clothes hamper, or sneaking into my mom's panty drawer...and it just went on from there...my secret me... a boy on the outside...but a girl on the inside...I have not changed...I still love sliping into some lovely soft silky lingerie, now putting on dresses and heels...wearing a wig...and so enjoying the feeling, that wonderful glorious feminine feeling...that I am a Girl..a Woman...at least for a little while.

Hugs..Brenda

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Guest rita63

Our house had a clothes shute to get laundry from the 2nd floor to the wringer washer in the basement. One day when I was about 12 or 13 I was home after school and my mom and sister were still out. I was fooing around in the basement with the tools. A pair of my sisters cotton panties had fallen out and I just had to put them on. It was very thrilling buut also guilty feeling. I continued to try on my sisters and later my sister-in-laws clothes (she had a full drawer of 50s clasic undies). When I moved out I started collecting and buying my own, aquiring and purging over the years.

Since my wife and I have seperated I have been dressing all the time at home and underdressing outside. Its time for me to find out who rita is and so far it feels wonderful.

hugs rita

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Guest akrobat

Since I know about myself I was a cross dresser.. I stopped when I was 19 years old I guess cause I was forced to act more normal and yeah, I tried, but it doesn't worked for me. So when I made a confess to myself that I am a transgender I choose to be myself again no matter how hard it will be. I deserve to express myself no matter what it is. I am not hurting people with being transgender, if someone has a problem with it - I don't care, it's not my problem :dunno:

And no matter how hard it is, I will never go against myself... So finally I feel OK with my clothe. My style - my business. That's how I see it. B)

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Guest Eve Caillard

I am perhaps an odd case! I've just joined this community because this very February I crashed into cross-dressing when innocently buying some tights (pantyhose) to keep warm in the winter (I had heard plenty of men do this).

I should have noticed something was odd when I went back and bought another pack, this time of dark-coloured pantyhose, only because I preferred the colour! I have no idea what tempted me into E-bay to look at suspenders and stockings, but the floodgates opened. You'll see my recent posts. I kind of just blew into it after that.

To be frank, I think it has always been inside of me. I did experiment as a 14-15-year old but then put it aside and never thought any more. But, now it has rushed back into my life, I look back and see I always loved women, women's clothes and always wanted to be a woman for years. I am so jealous of not having breasts.

So, cross-dressing has crashed totally unexpectedly into my life just the last two months. It's amazing, exciting, warm, comforting and takes me away from my stressful male life. Girls, thank you all fofr your support. This site helped me realise where I was going and helped me settle into this new life.

Hugs

Eve

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Men were thinking they were women and women men. He had been meaning to address this issue since he had heard about sin coming even to their own city, and now was the Kairos, for the devil was among them tonight. "Now would be a good time to go." "Ssssh." "In the beginning God made them male and female. Amen?" He got a big amen.  Bob and Taylor amen-ed along with the rest of them.  Brother Mike was surprised.  He continued. This was off the cuff.  He went down the same list that Aggie liked to send her, which amused Taylor.  Taylor amen-ed all of them.  "Oooh, now, tonight there will be DELIVERANCE in the house of the Lord!" AMEN "Freedom from bondage in the Name of the LORD!" "Amen!" "You once were slaves, but Christ has set you free!" This continued for some twenty minutes.  Brother Mike wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel someone gave him. "Any SINNERS tonight who need DELIVERANCE? Come on down!" Bob and Taylor watched as a few people made their way to the front.  Brother Mike looked directly at Bob and Taylor. "There are more tonight for the  harvest of the LORD!" He looked at them again.  People in this section!" That was the front right.  And here!" That was the section they were in.  About twenty people around them responded and went up front. "We have a mighty harvest here tonight! Altar workers, come Fooorwaaard and minister to God's children."  Several older people, clutching Bibles and wearing vests that said ALTAR WORKER on the back, came forward. "Pray for mercy! Oh, sinners do you feel the mercy of God in the House of the Lord tonight!" He looked at Bob and Taylor, now sitting in a large area of otherwise empty seats.  Ahead of them and behind them and on the other side of the main aisle there were a lot more people.  "There are more sinners here tonight. I can feel it. Isn't the grace of God tugging on your heart?" "I like the grace of God tugging on my heart part, but no way am I going down there." "Agreed." After a while no one else came forward.  Brother Mike took one more last look at them and signaled for the Worship Team to come up and do a closing number. "Ready to leave?" "No, I'm not." "What are you waiting for, Taylor?" "I'm not sure.  We might have an interesting conversation." "Here?" "Yes." "I want to hear your definition of an interesting conversation sometime." They sat and watched as those up front diminished in number.  Other people slipped out.  Brother Mike looked at them several times, but he was mainly praying for people. The last worship number ended.  People were still up front praying. "Well that was fun," Taylor said in the Wrangler. "Strike that one off the list of churches to go to."  Someone was running up to them. "Wait a minute!  Y'all are first time visitors?" "Yes, we are."   The guy smiled.  "Here is a complimentary coffee cup for each of you.  Sorry we missed you earlier.  God bless.."  With that he was gone. They looked at the cups. Community Church, Millvale.  Have a Blessed Day. "Something to remember it by." "I don't think I will forget. I wonder what second time visitors get?" "I am so not interested. "   The next day her phone was exactly where she thought it would be.  Something would have to be done, but she was not sure what.  In the meantime her phone and purse would be in the drawer, and the drawer would be locked whenever she was away from her desk.                  
    • KymmieL
      Oh, I can take you to some fun trails, mild to wild. Doing boulders the size of Volkswagen's.  Doing a trail were crossing a lake is part of it. ( my best witches cackle) It would be great for you to stop by for a visit. I'll get you stuck?   @Ashley0616 our Explorer is a 1994 Explorer XLT, 4 in lift, 33's basically build for the trail.   Just waiting on my brake hoses.   Kymmie      
    • Cyndee
      gnomes a winkin' in the garden
    • Abigail Genevieve
      Taylor came back from a meeting to find a dozen red roses on her desk. "They're from BOB," Karen tittered.  Nothing indicated that until Taylor pulled out the little note from the envelope.  "I had a wonderful evening.  I beseech the honor of calling you again after work and I would like to eat a quick meal and check out Community Church.  Thank you again.  Later, Bob"   The note had been read and replaced.  Everyone here went to church on Wednesday evening and Sunday morning unless you are a militant atheist, of which there were a few.  But that meant only the fast food places were open.  Taylor had delayed joining a church, so necessary for social standing here, because she had been afraid if she showed up alone. With Bob there was no fear.  There were seven churches in town they would possibly consider: three Baptist, one Catholic, one Presbyterian, one Lutheran and one independent charismatic.  Community Church was the last.  Knowing Bob, she expected he wanted to visit them all before deciding.  She didn't think he went for charismatic theology, but they had not discussed it.  In Roosevelt they had been raised in the loosely Presbyterian Roosevelt Church.  She missed church, which she had not attended since high school, when Bob and she had been in Youth Group together, more fun than anything else. The name of the church told her how to dress, anyway.   She looked at Karen. "I would appreciate it if you would not violate my privacy."   Karen said she was sorry but didn't sound like it. "You must have had a good time in the hay last night." "Leave me alone" "Okay, okay, okay, Miss Sensitivity. Okay. I won't tease you about it." "Thank you."
    • Abigail Genevieve
      Bob was euphoric at first, but the more he thought about, the worse he felt.  He should have been more assertive with the hostess. Or less.  He hadn't talked about that with Taylor; they both had ignored it.  He had pulled her chair out and seated her and acted like a gentleman - what if she didn't like that stuff? Had he been too assertive? Not assertive enough? Maybe he should have asked more questions. Was she just being polite and that last kiss on the hand was a 'farewell, I never want to see you again'?   What if it bothered her that he was only interested in her after her transition?  But he had never seen her as a guy, she had never been much of one, in girl clothes growing up whenever not in school.  It wasn't a transition as much as a coming home to what she always was.  And he was definitely not interested in guys that way. Or in most women, either.  Those he had dated had reminded him of her. He had dated no guys. Never wanted to. The old accusation about their relationship had no merit.   Why had he moved here?  It was for her.  No other possible reason.  He had moved halfway across the country when he had heard she had transitioned.  Was he barking up the wrong tree?  Everything seemed fine; this was a new and improved and better Taylor than he had thought he would find.  He examined his every move and contemplated six ways she probably had hated it.  Probably she never wanted to see him again after this disaster of a first date.  Would she want to go out with him again, be seen with him? There was a risk here.  But he must take it, even if his heart was broken as a result. Was his heart breaking even now? No, but he must be prepared for that.   He could not afford to lose her.  He had to think of the exact right time to call her tomorrow and see when she was available.  If she was available.  Maybe she had four other boyfriends.  She hadn't said anything, and she was so sweet, poised, charming, intelligent, beautiful and lovely in every way that it was entirely possible. He examined every word.  No. Nothing either way. He examined everything.  It was a delight to think about her, to remember her face, and he spent the rest of the evening doing just that. Who were these guys? He knew few people here, but there were some single guys.  He would have to deal with the competition. Get ahead of them.  Who were they? He thought of one guy he knew.  Was he Taylor's type? Did they know each other?  Small town, everyone knew everybody.  How could he win her back?   Probably he had already lost her.  But he would try to call her tomorrow and see what happened.
    • Abigail Genevieve
      Taylor leaned against the closed door and listened to Bob's footsteps and then his car drive off. Then she could exhale.   No, he had not come to say he was marrying someone else. She realized she had been very, very afraid of this.  Totally illogical, or that he had moved here and taken her out to tell her he didn't like her.  Or he found someone else. Or he was gay after all, something he was afraid of because he was attracted to her.    Yes, they both had just gone with the assumption they would get married.   They would get married.   They would get married.   The old fire was still there.  It was if there had been no interlude since that summer between high school and college.  At the end of the summer, because she liked him so much, she had decided she was actually gay and had cut her hair and had a disastrous two years in college that way before deciding that was wrong: she was transgender.  Most gay men like men who look like men, not like someone who doesn't. So she started in a trans support group in college, and since it was likely she could not get a job as a newly trans person, she had gotten a job as a guy and that had been miserable until November 1.   They would get married.   He was staying.  He would protect her.  People would see this massive guy never hesitated to protect her and she would be safe.  They both were interested in no one else.  They were a couple.  Automatic date.  Safety.   They would get married.  She had wanted to marry him since junior high but it would never happen.  Could not happen.   They.would.get.married.   Makeup was running down on to her new dress.  Her wings were ruined.  She blotted things up and in a flash, after checking the directions, the dress was in the washer with the proper soaps and additives.  She slipped into shorts and a cami top and opened up her computer.  She shook her head back so her hair was in back of her shoulders.  It was time to respond to Aggie. She found the latest clobber verse Aggie had sent and began, Dear Aggie......
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