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A strange but true Journey to happiness.
If I begin at the beginning - my earliest memories. I knew at school I
was different, I hated football, I hated rough and tumble play. I wanted
to play with the girls, to look pretty like them and to enjoy their
great hair, pretty clothes and games which seemed fun. Sure , I tried my
mums clothes, my sister clothes but I knew that to keep them happy I
would have to toe the line and be a boy.... Uch, how much I hated that.
It frustrated me a great deal to see my sisters in lovely clothes, to
see them with great hair and also watching them as they went through
puberty. I wanted to be them, I hated my body as it changed through
puberty, the more it changed the more I hated it. Secretly I would dress
in their clothes, I loved the feel and how they looked. I hated my body
even more as hair began to grow and puberty took its revenge, muscles, a
deep voice and facial hair....
It took many years of secretly dressing before I gained the confidence
to do something about my body. I did lots of research into changing sex,
I realised that as I was six foot tall it would be difficult to pass so
decided to take matters into my own hands, I needed to be happy as me. I
first visited a private clinic in Manchester, they took blood tests,
told me to apply cream twice a day to my beard growth and chest, they
also gave me some 0.625mg Premarin tablets. It took three visits (each
at great expense) to realise I was being ripped off. 0,625mg Premarin
would do little to change my body. I did lots of reading and realised
that I needed between 5 and 10mg per day to start the journey, plus
Provera at 5mg per day and an anti-androgen. I thought about seeing my
GP but feared a negative response. I decided, why wait for the approval
of a doctor, when you can get hormones from a pharmacist friend. I asked
him and managed to get Premarin 2.5mg and Provera 5mg. I also managed to
get Androcure. Thus my journey to happiness began. I started by taking
7.5mg Premarin per day plus 50mg Androcure and 5mg of Provera. I
measured myself once a week and kept a chart of my development. My
areola (the darker coloured area around your nipples) started at 18mm
diameter, my nipples 5mm diameter and no boobs.
The development was slow, 2 years passed before I had breasts that
looked like breasts, in the first few months they became sensitive
(sore) a lump developed under the nipple which gradually grew. After two
years I had a b cup with 10mm diameter nipples, 36mm diameter areola. My
legs changed shape, my bum became more girly in appearance and my skin
became soft. My prick shrank from 5 inches soft to about three inches.
It would no longer become erect. At first I was constantly tired, very
weepy but happy.
I worked for myself so the changes to my body were easy to hide at work.
Slowly I felt happier but because of my height I was still self
conscious. I tended to dress androgenously. I would always wear a pretty
bra (I needed one day to day) and pretty knickers, but would dress
conservatively at work, dressing as prettily as I could at home.
I saw a leading Psychologist during my transition (I needed his letter
to get my operation done) and he suggested a change in hormone regime to
3 Yasmin tablets daily. That was a great improvement, within three weeks
I had negligible testosterone (checked with a blood test), more energy
and my boobs had grown to nearly a c cup. I had struggled with the
Premarin and Androcure, with Yasmin I felt content, alive and very
happy.
I decided to get my boobs enlarged, I tried Macrolane which was
incredible, I walked into the surgery, had two injections of local
anaesthetic, lots of prodding with a long needle and then sat up, my
boobs looked great. I can remember feeling fantastic as I came out of
the doctors. The next week was tough, my boobs were so sore. Two months
later they were back to their original size. I was devastated. I decided
the only way forward was to get implants, I shopped around and found a
great surgeon, who listened about me and what I wanted and why, he was
very reasonable on price, explained everything and most importantly did
a great job, my excitement was immense when I woke up after the op -
sore but very happy again. My boobs are as sensitive as pre op, but are
now a DD size, they look great I am so proud of them and love people
looking at them when I wear a low top.
My journey came to a conclusion last summer when I travelled to Thailand
and had my final surgery. At first it was hard, I was so tired and sore
post op. I bled a lot and needed heavy duty sanitary pads for the first
month (I had a sigmoid colon vaginoplasty) now I cope with only panty
liners but enjoy a permanently lubricated vagina. It feels fantastic,
sensitive, deep and (I'm told) is good to look at, in fact so good that
99% of people would never know I had the operation.
Sex is good, I am orgasmic and love to be wined, dined and then fucked
senseless. The feeling of someone being inside you is hard to explain,
all I can say is that its a wonderful feeling. Its not so good
afterwards when their seed dribbles down and leaves your legs or bum
sticky, but who cares, overall its left me complete, happy and content.
So what about day to day life? Like most girls I love pretty clothes, I
love getting my hair or nails done and spend a fortune on makeup and
shoes. My ears are pierced and when I feel my earrings swishing against
my face and hair, it reminds me of the journey I have travelled and how
good life is now.
Myra
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