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I Love Being a Man
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This is a story of a man, and his life's journey to complete himself.
It's not written to be overly funny, but I injected some light hearted
bits justifying the 'humor' tag I put on the story. We all see things
differently, and this guy is no different. He is slightly traumatized
early in life which cause him to take drastic steps later in life to
make things right.
I will be personally honest with you though. Even as the author, there
is something in this story I am uncomfortable with, but I just can't put
my finger on it. As always, please leave me your reviews, both positive
and negative. It helps me to be a better writer.
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I am a man. Thirty-two years ago, I was born David Marshall Williams.
I am happy being male, and that is all I have wanted my entire life.
As a child I loved being a boy. Boys could play army with rocks and
guns. We could climb trees and seek out the grimiest and most
disgusting places to explore and play. We would come home with bruises
and scrapes and torn clothes. Moms would occasionally scold us, but
they expected it of us. My mom would often say, "Oh you boys!" Girls
usually didn't get to experience such things. Dressed up in frilly,
pretty dressed. They couldn't play in the mud or climb trees. They
were expected to stay at home and play house and the like. I thought
then as I think now: God how boring.
At this point there are those among you who may argue that some girls
wore jeans and played in the mud. I would counter with the argument
that they are known as tom-boys; girls doing boyish things. And there I
rest my case. It's all about enjoying boyish things. It's a right
given to boys willingly, but something girls have to fight for and earn.
Growing up, I learned that boys had a lot more freedom than girls. We
were allowed to go farther and do things girls could not. We could also
participate in sports. Real, hard hitting in your face sports where you
work up a good sweat with some great friends. Girls at best could only
usually cheer for us or just show up and watch; if they showed up at
all.
Okay, here we go, arguing again. You want to say, "Well what about girl
sports". Again, I laugh in your face. Girl oriented sports are nothing
but watered down versions of male sports. Put a male team against a
female team in any sport, and the men will always win hands down.
Sports are primarily about physical dominance, and men just got it,
girls don't.
In high school, I started to learn, and confirm what I have always
known. Men have it better out in the real world. They typically make
more money, if you need something done it's almost always a man you turn
to, and the best jobs out there are male oriented.
It's true what they say, "It's a man's world".
In high school I learned, really learned to appreciate and refine all
aspects of being a man. I worked out regularly, so had a nice manly
physique. I took business classes and worked on my social skills.
People admired and respected me and looked up to me. Oh and then there
was dating. The pretty girls were lining up to be seen with me. It was
good becoming a man.
I was a dominant alpha male. Always have been, always will be. So when
puberty hit, and my male anatomy developed a mind of its own, I found
for once in my life I was not in control of all aspects of my life. As
most males can tell you, it likes to come to life at the most
inopportune times, and the most embarrassing places. Suddenly and for
the first time in my life, I saw a part of my anatomy as an enemy. It
was something I learned to hate and loathe. It disgusted me, for the
rest of my life it would be the bane of my existence.
So did I all of a sudden want to be a girl? Hell no! Haven't you been
reading what I have been writing? No, I wasn't gay, and yes I enjoyed
being with girls. Did I have sex with girls? Eventually, yes I did in
my later high school years. And before you ask, yes I enjoyed it.
Let me explain how I saw it. It's like living with relatives who have a
rotten little evil kid. You hate the kid, you want to squash him like a
bug, but you can't because he is your nephew. But there are a couple
days a year he has his good moments where you actually don't mind being
around him.
Okay sure sex was good. But it was so rare and far between as a
teenager I just couldn't justify my arch enemy's existence. First off,
girls were allowed to flaunt their breasts. The more they showed the
better. But for a guy it's different. Nobody wanted to see a guy's
'package', so you always had to tuck just right so an excessive 'bulge'
wasn't showing. Regardless, it always managed to get in the way
somehow. And worst of all, it was not designed for sports. Jock itch,
heat rash, and heaven forbid they accidentally take a direct hit.
So like my previous analogy, sure a couple of days a year it was great
having a penis. But the other three hundred and sixty some-odd just
didn't make it worth it. So graduating high school I had come to a
solid core belief. It's great to be a guy, but it sucks to have a
penis.
At this point I must say my parents loved me; but they were of a firm
belief that one provides for himself. After high school it was expected
of me that I would do just that. If I wanted anything, apartment, car,
college, it would be up to me to make them happen.
Luckily, I had done well enough in school to get myself a partial
business scholarship in an out of state school. I knew all the rest of
the costs and expenses of school would come out of my pocket, and I was
determined to do just that. To start off with, while in high school, I
had held down a few part time jobs, and did a good job of saving a bit
of money. So it was, I packed my things, purchased a bus ticket and
headed off to college.
And I stepped off the bus in a skirt.
I see you! And I can see the look of shock on your face. In your head
you are hearing the needle being dragged across a long-play record, or a
car braking to a screeching halt. I spend the last half hour telling
you I loved being a guy, and I never have and never would want anything
less. So what the hell is with the skirt?
For once I will not argue with you. It seems so out of place with the
rest of my story. But allow me to continue, and I think you will
understand.
From a very early age I have been very self-confident. I have known
what I liked, what I didn't like, and tried to set goals for myself. I
always tried to have a path ahead of me so I knew where I was going.
Sometimes I had to tweak my path a bit to line up with my goals, but I
figured it was better to make a small adjustment ahead of time, than
trying to undo something after the fact.
Tweaking your path?!?! Dude I would consider that a hard left turn.
Shush! Let me continue.
Believe it or not, this was in fact part of my master plan. As any
successful business man would tell you. You stick with what works, and
what is successful, and distance yourself from any failing ventures. I
think you should see where I am going now. In my mind's eye, my penis
was a failing venture, a cancerous growth, and it just had to go!
Unfortunately, a penis isn't like just another cancerous growth. You
can't just go and have it lopped off. There are rules to this game.
But I had researched these rules, and was going to make a go of it. I
knew it would take a lot of time and money, one I had, one I didn't.
Four years of college should be enough time to reach my goal, but as for
money, well that was something I would have to work for - literally!
So you already know step one. Start wearing dresses; convince everyone
I was transgendered. When I registered for classes I let them know in
no uncertain terms as well. And that is how they treated me; they even
set me up in a gender-neutral dorm to assist in my transitioning. They
had a local LGBT chapter, (Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Transgender), and I joined
that as well.
I wasn't very good with makeup, and mannerisms of being a girl were
difficult for me at first. To be honest, my heart wasn't really into
it, but I learned to get by. Everyone on campus saw me for what I was,
a man in drag. Slowly, mainly through my associations with the LGBT, I
was able to learn the basics of being a girl, and even got better at
applying makeup. Still not great, but I could almost pass. I was able
to get a job as a female bank teller which helped me with two goals.
One to pass in public as a girl and second, to earn and save some
desperately needed cash.
I sought the assistance of advisors and medical professionals. In order
to achieve my ultimate goal, surgery, I would need to convince everyone
and their best friend that I truly wanted to be a girl for the rest of
my life. Knowing my mindset as you do, you know that would be one hell
of an uphill task, and you are correct, it was. But I refuse to fail
when I put my mind to something, so I was determined to succeed.
I created a new persona, a me from an alternate universe for the geeks
reading this story. None of these people knew me from before I started
college, so for the most part they had to go with what I told them. I
told them I had been living a lie my entire life and was denying my
inner girl. Blah blah blah... I laid it on good and thick and was
convincing. One thing of concern was that I was so muscular and manly.
Again I told them that it was only my denial on steroids, that it was my
way of trying to convince myself I was not a girl, and that now I
finally was accepting the truth. After a few months of these
interviews, plus physical, and psych exams, they finally signed off on
me, and officially declared me in transition. They then prescribed me a
whole slew of drugs to help my body become more of a girl. I didn't
want to be a girl, and didn't want to develop as a girl. I told them
that taking drugs and medications was against my religion, and they had
no recourse but to accept that.
The next step was transition. Now I am sure you are well aware of what
this part of the process entails: Living a minimum of one year as a
full time female. For me this was going to be the hardest part of all.
As anyone knows, it is very hard to be someone you are not. I made
friends with as many girls as I could so I could learn from them. Learn
their mannerisms to a greater degree. And girls are always willing to
help each other out with makeup, dressing, walking, talking, and dating.
Okay, was just seeing if you were paying attention, I didn't do any
dating. Just didn't fit into the plan.
For the next year or so I slowly got better at playing the part. I quit
working out as much and let my muscle mass decrease, adding to my
feminine look. I wasn't taking hormones, so I didn't develop breasts,
but I worked really hard at all aspects of being a girl, and got really
good at it.
That being said, I was still working towards my ultimate life goal as
well: To be successful in business. I was taking and passing all my
classes with ease, including a few classes that would assist me in my
transgendered pursuits. I took psych, some biology, and some Suzy-
homemaker type classes to just look the part. The psychology classes
really helped me when it came to the medical advisors and counselors.
Knowing how the mind works can really help you manipulate how a person
thinks. And I was even able to hold down my job as a bank teller, even
getting promoted a couple times.
I would go home for Christmas, and of course I would leave my makeup kit
back at the college. Nobody at home had ANY suspicion. Except for them
commenting that I had let myself go a bit (not working out as much) they
saw me only as the David I had always been.
I saw the doctors and, head shrinks, and advisors on a regular basis.
They wanted to keep tabs on me to make sure I was truly transitioning.
Without hormones it was difficult, but I know I made steady progress. I
even legally changed my name to Danielle Megan Williams to be more
convincing. Heck; that could always be changed back.
As it turned out, it took longer than a year of transitioning. It took
almost a full two years to convince the necessary people, but finally,
towards the end of my sophomore year, they signed the necessary
documents.
Actually, two years in transition worked to my favor. It gave me the
necessary time to save enough money. And so it was. During winter
break of my junior year, while everyone else was going home for
Christmas, I headed down to Florida to have my surgery to remove my
hated penis once and forever.
I did in fact have a complete sex change surgery though. I never denied
that I enjoyed sexual stimulation. Whether it was me sticking my penis
in someone else, or me having something shoved up inside me, as long as
I was able to have the occasional orgasm, all was right.
When I went down for my surgery, they saw I was flat-chested, and wanted
to know if I was going to have breast enhancement as well. I lied and
said I couldn't afford it.
Three weeks later, I was back in class; still a little sore, but healing
up nicely. I was now a girl in every way that really counted except
one: legally. Oh damn, (chuckles) did I forget to file the necessary
paperwork to legally change my gender?
As usual I had gotten what I wanted, and from there on in I backed off
on trying to be so girly. I had friends I didn't want to alienate, and
a job I didn't want to lose, so I would keep up the charade until I
actually graduated. There was one thing I had overlooked though. I no
longer had testosterone in my system, so my body actually overruled me,
and wanted to start developing as a female. Obviously, I arrested that
process as soon as I realized it by taking artificial male hormones.
And so it was I graduated. I walked across the stage and received my
diploma as Danielle Megan Williams, ready to tackle the next phase of my
life.
Step one was that I became a male overnight again. I started to work
out again, and regain my muscular build. I was still working at the
bank, and had a long talk with my manager. I told him I no longer
wanted to transition to be a girl, and would like to start working there
as a male teller instead. Obviously he did not know, and I never lot
on, that I had any kind of surgery. Since my legal documents still said
I was male as well, it made it easier to plead my case. He said I was a
good employee and I had a good future with the bank, so he let me keep
my job. But he transferred me to a branch not far away so people
wouldn't be confused by the change in my gender and appearance.
I changed my name back to David Marshall Williams and soon thereafter
started work at the new branch. And as expected: as a man, got
promoted quickly.
So here I am, thirty-two years old, and a Junior Vice President at the
bank where I work. My life is falling into place, and I am still on the
path to where I want to be in the next ten years. I have accomplished
all my goals in life up to this point, and rid myself of a despised
cancerous foreign object.
I am a man. And I enjoy everything there is about being a man, except
for one thing, which I took care of. I now have a pussy, and it
completes me.
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