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A little back history of myself is probably a good place to start. I
grew up in a small Ohio town near Cleveland. I was the only child of my
parents, Robert and Stacy Williams. I was the junior Robert, but I was
nothing like my father. He was 6' tall and very athletic, having played
baseball in college until he blew out his knee. I, on the other hand,
was blessed with my mother's genes. I was small and not athletic.
Needless to say, I was not the apple of my father's eye. My father was
a successful bankruptcy lawyer. I was good at school, but my father
hardly took notice of me. With all that happens to me later in my life,
my father dying of a heart attack when I was 15 was actually a blessing
as you will all find out later.
My mother is a guidance counselor at the local high-school in my
hometown. My mother is my rock and the only friend I had growing up.
As I said earlier, I was not a normal boy growing up. I did not have
friends. I mostly read, which is probably why I do good in school. I
went through high-school pretty much non-existently. I applied at a
college in Illinois and was accepted. I thought that college would be
my big coming out party. I would meet lots of people and have a lot of
fun. Well, it did not happen at the beginning. My roommate in my dorm
was a stoner who only wanted to get high all the time. He did not
attend classes much and was pretty much a loser. He flunked out after
the first semester, so I had the room to myself for the second semester
of my freshman year. I hardly ever left it, other than to go to
classes. I was just too shy to meet people. There was always something
in the back of my mind that would cause me to become more reclusive when
I would try to do something. Anyway, my life was quite boring until I
met her.
Jillian Montgomery changed my life in so many ways, and to think it was
just dumb chance that we actually met at all. I happened to be sitting
in a crowded cafeteria waiting until my next class. I was too far away
from my dorm to make it back before my class, so I decided to brave it
and sit there. I had my face in a book when she came up to my table.
"Excuse me, but could I sit here?" a rather plain looking girl asked me.
She was tall, probably around 5'10"; at least 3 inches taller than me.
She wore no makeup and was dressed in plain jeans and a t-shirt. Her
hair was short and light brown and not stylish at all. Rather frumpy.
"Sorry?" I asked not hearing her question since she said it rather
softly.
"Could I sit here? There are no other tables open," she asked again.
"Of course," I said as I cleared some space for her. She sat down after
thanking me and started eating. I went back to my book. After a few
minutes of silence she said:
"My name is Jill. Jill Montgomery."
"Oh, I'm Robert Williams. Nice to meet you," I said and tried to go
back to my book. Jill started talking, though. She told me where she
was from and asked me the same. I told her. We started talking about
ourselves and our families. Jill told me that she didn't know anyone
here and I told her the same was true for me. We talked about a lot of
things and I didn't realize that I had talked through my next class
time. It was nice to finally have someone to talk to. We exchanged
phone numbers and she asked me to call her later. I told her I would
and she left for her next class. I went back to my room and thought
about Jill. I was hoping that she wasn't interested in me as a
boyfriend, because I was not attracted to her in that way.
This is where I should digress for a moment. I am not attracted to
women sexually. Don't get me wrong, I think women are beautiful; but I
am just not interested in them sexually. I can't really say I'm
interested in men sexually either. At least not yet in my story. I was
very unsure of myself in many ways at this time. My mother always
thought I was gay, she tells me now. She never approached me about it
growing up, though. I wish she would have. It might have made some
things easier on the both of us.
Anyway, back to the story. I just wanted to be friends. I was hoping
the same would be with her too. I called her later that day and we
talked for hours. Jill asked me if I wanted to hang out tomorrow and I
said yes. We decided to take a bus into town and go to a movie.
"Not that this is a date or anything," Jill said. "Don't take this
wrong, but I'm not..."
"That's OK," I said with relief. "I feel the same way..." I tailed off
and we both laughed. Whew. That was over. I was glad we both felt
that way. I just wanted a friend and so did she. We agreed on a movie
and a time and met the next day.
That was the start of our friendship. We got to really know each other
and we became inseparable. I finally felt like my life was starting to
take shape. Before I knew it, it was the end of the semester and summer
break was upon us. Jill and I agreed to talk as often as possible. We
both went our separate ways and home for the summer. At first, we
talked almost daily; giving each other updates on our summer jobs and
making plans for our sophomore year.
As the weeks went by, though, Jill became more distant. The calls were
less frequent and after about a month, not at all. I tried to get in
touch, but her parents told me not to call anymore; that Jill wasn't
going back to school next semester and that she did not want to talk to
me anymore. I was devastated! My only friend was now gone. I almost
didn't go back to school, but as the time approached; I started to
adjust and became my old, loner self.
The fall semester of my sophomore year was really dull. I was still
doing fine in my classes, but I became a recluse again. I had an
apartment now off campus and spent my nights and weekends mostly online.
World of Warcraft and Second Life were my only escapes.
It was a Friday night in December. I stayed at my apartment for the
holiday break; my mother traveling to some of our relatives for the
holidays. I decided to stay and my mother and I shared a little
Christmas holiday early, so she could go. I was just settling in to
some Warcraft when I got a text on my phone that just said, "Hey, what's
up?" The number was unavailable. I answered, "You have the wrong
number." A few minutes later another message. "No I don't. It's Jill.
Can we talk?" I was stunned. I had not heard from her for months. I
answered, "Of course. How have you been?" The phone rang and I
answered.
"Jill?" I said.
"Yeah, can I come over? I need to talk to you." She didn't quite sound
like herself. Like she was trying to disguise her voice.
"Yes. Do you know where I live?"
"Yeah. I'll be over in a few." She hung up. Strange! What was going
on. I straightened up the apartment and a few minutes later there was a
knock. I opened the door. Jesus! She changed. If anything, she was
even more manly. Her hair was a guy's buzz cut and she looked bigger.
After the initial shock, I let her in and invited her to sit.
"What's going on?" I asked with genuine concern. My only friend started
to cry and I hugged her and let her cry. She cried for at least 10 min
before composing herself.
"I'm so sorry for what happened," she told me. Any hard feelings I
might have had vanished after that.
"It's OK, but tell me what happened," I asked.
So Jill began. "I have to just tell you this. I hope you don't freak
out about it like everyone else. I am a man trapped in a woman's body.
I'm transgender."
I sat back and absorbed that. Well, it explains the appearance. I
didn't know what to say, really.
"Are you sure?" was all I could come up with. Lame.
"Yes, I'm positive. I have felt this way all my life. I tried to hide
it and be normal, but I can't. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," I said. "If that is who you are,
then that is who you are."
"Thank you," Jill said and started crying again. "You are the first
person who has felt that way."
"You are my friend and I will support you any way I can. Just because
you are transgender doesn't take away what you are."
Jill hugged me and we both cried. It was good to have my friend back.
She then told me everything that had happened since summer. Jill told
her parents and they erupted. They pulled her out of school and sent
her to one of those "Gay camps" that tried to 'cure' her. It only
enforced her. She ran away from that camp a few days ago. She took a
bus on the little bit of money left she had and came out here. She
contacted the student union and found out where I was and came right
here.
"Your bags?" I asked.
"It's out in the hallway," she answered. I went out and brought it in.
"You are staying here," I said. Jill tried to refuse but I was having
none of it. I had an extra bedroom anyhow, so it was no problem. Jill
said she was going back to school this semester and would get a job to
help out with rent. I told her rent was no problem, since I paid of the
whole year anyhow. It was great having my friend back, even with the
changes. Jill told me her parents want nothing to do with her anymore
and that I was the only friend she had left. We talked through the
night. I haven't been this happy in a while. I showed her around the
apartment and to her room. We would get straightened out in the
morning. I wished her goodnight and she said:
"One last thing. I go by Jeff now. Jeff Montgomery."
"Cool, Jeff," I said. "See you in the morning."
"See ya," Jeff said and went to bed. As I laid in bed thinking of
everything that happened tonight, I wondered to myself why I wasn't more
upset about what Jill, I mean Jeff, had done. A guy now? It just
really did not bother me, for some reason. I fell asleep.
Over the next semester life became good. I had a best friend again and
a good roommate. Jeff kept his word and helped around the apartment and
paid me 'rent' for staying here. Jeff started therapy for his
condition. The therapy is free to students. Jeff started to lift
weights and was becoming quite large. He never looked happier; and I
was happy for him.
We even met a couple living in an apartment on the same floor as us.
Kari and Alexis were lesbians but were really cool. We all hit it off
and became great friends. Kari was the 'butch' one and she and Jeff
became really close. Alexis was the more 'femme' one and her and I
became close. One day when Alexis was over, she told me something she
never told me before.
"You know, before we got to know you two, we thought you were both a
couple." Her meaning Jeff and I.
"What?" I asked.
"We thought you were two gay guys."
"Really?" I asked. "Do I come off that way?"
"A little," she answered. "I don't mean to offend. I'm sorry I even
brought it up. It was just that you or Jeff never had any girls over
and..."
"That's alright," I said. "You know what, I want to tell you something.
I have never brought this up to anyone before. I'm not sure what I am
sexually. I am not into girls that way. I don't know why. I...respect
girls more than that. I am not into guys either, I think. Does this
make any sense?"
"Maybe. You know, you could use some therapy. I am a psych major and
maybe I will talk to a teacher and see if there are any good therapists
in that area."
"I'm not sure about all this," I said.
"Well if you don't want to..." Alexis answered.
"It's not that, it's just..." I trailed off. "You know what, go for it."
"OK, I will," she answered. A couple of days later, Alexis told me to
make an appointment with a Dr. Culver. He worked on campus, so it is
free to students. I made the appointment.
The therapy started off with Dr. Culver getting to know me and my
history. I told her everything I could about myself. She asked me
about my sex life and I told her I had none. Dr. Culver asked me if
there was anything from my childhood that would have me acting this way,
and I could not remember anything. I told her no, but something was not
right about that.
"Every time I try to really remember my childhood, I get nervous doctor.
I don't know why," I told her. Over the next few sessions, she tried to
help me remember, but I just could not. Dr. Culver said that some more
drastic measures might need to happen. She asked me if I would be open
to hypno-therapy. I told her I would and she set it up with a Dr.
Anderson for next session. The next session came and I was put under by
Dr. Anderson. Here is a transcript of the session:
DR: WHERE ARE WE NOW, ROBERT?
ME: I'M AT HOME.
DR: GOOD. HOW OLD ARE YOU?
ME: SEVEN.
DR: WHO IS IN THE ROOM WITH YOU?
ME: JUST MOM AND ME.
DR: WHAT IS HAPPENING? TELL ME.
ME: MOM, CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING? WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE NAMED ME IF I
HAD BEEN A GIRL?
DR: WHAT DID YOUR MOM SAY?
ME: WHY DID I ASK THAT?
DR: AND?
ME: I WANT TO KNOW.
DR: WHAT DID SHE SAY NOW?
ME: MELISSA. SHE WOULD HAVE NAMED ME MELISSA AFTER MY AUNT MELISSA.
DR: OK, ROBERT. TAKE ME SOMEWHERE ELSE. HOW ABOUT A TIME WHEN YOU
WERE PLAYING WITH FRIENDS?
ME: I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS.
DR: OK, WHAT DO YOU PLAY WHEN YOU PLAY BY YOURSELF?
ME: THERE IS ONE THING, BUT DADDY DOESN'T WANT ME TO PLAY IT ANYMORE.
DR: AND WHAT IS THAT?
ME: I LIKE PLAYING HOUSE.
DR: REALLY? WHY WOULD DADDY NOT LIKE THAT?
ME: THE LAST TIME I PLAYED HE YELLED AT ME AND TOLD ME TO STOP.
DR: WHY?
ME: I WAS WEARING MOM'S DRESS AND SHOES.
DR: WHY WERE YOU DOING THAT?
ME: I ALWAYS DO THAT WHEY PLAYING HOUSE.
DR: WHY?
ME: I WANT TO BE A MOM WHEN I GROW UP.
DR: REALLY? WHY?
ME: I JUST DO. I WANT TO BE A PRETTY MOMMY AND GIRL WHEN I GROW UP. I
SHOULD BE A GIRL NOW.
DR: WHY DO FEEL THAT?
ME: I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A GIRL. I AM A GIRL, ON THE INSIDE.
DR: HOW LONG HAVE YOU FELT THAT WAY?
ME: ALL THE TIME. I HATE BEING A BOY. BOYS ARE YUCKY.
DR: OK, TAKE ME TO THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED HOUSE. CAN YOU DO THAT?
ME: YES.
DR: WHAT IS HAPPENING?
ME: I AM COOKING DINNER FOR WHEN MY HUSBAND GET HOME. I AM WEARING MY
BEST DRESS. I HOPE HE LIKES IT.....DAD, I'M SORRY!!!
DR: WHAT'S HAPPENING?
ME: DAD JUST FOUND ME PLAYING HOUSE. I'M SORRY DAD...I WON'T DO IT
AGAIN! [I start crying hysterically at this point]
DR: WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW?
ME: DAD HIT ME. HE TOLD ME TO STOP THAT OR HE WOULD BEAT ME TO DEATH!
[I really start crying and the doctor stops the session]
After I watch the replay of it, I start crying all over again. All the
old memories come flooding back to me. After I compose myself I leave
and go home. Jeff asks me what's wrong and I tell him that some
personal stuff came up in therapy and I need time to think about it.
Jeff said he understood and I went to my room to try to sleep. I
couldn't. All I did was think about what had happened, all the
memories. I came to realize that all those memories were true. I do
remember wanting to be a girl. I remember all the dress up sessions I
had. Those were the only times I was happy when I was little. I
remember a time when my family was traveling, and we stopped at a
restaurant for dinner. The waitress asked my mom what 'she' wanted,
referring to me as a she. I smiled and gave my order trying to sound
like a girl. My dad exploded on me and I stopped acting like that. All
my happy memories as a child were of trying to be a girl. My god, no
wonder...
I went into the living room where Jeff was watching TV.
"You feel any better?" Jeff asked turning off the TV.
"Yeah, thanks," I said. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"When did you know that you were...a guy."
"Ever since I was little," Jeff answered. "I would constantly refer to
myself as a boy. I would dress in my dad's clothes and act like I was a
businessman. I would try to play with the boys in the neighborhood. It
was only my parent's constant yelling at me that forced me to stop being
that way. I tried to change, but..." Jeff trailed off.
Goodness, sounds like me in reverse. I sat back and closed my eyes,
coming to a realization.
"Why did you ask me about that?" Jeff asked.
"Because I am transgender. I am a woman trapped in a man's body."
After I said that, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted from
my shoulders. I started to cry. Jeff came over and held me and let me
cry. I cried for a long time. I then told Jeff everything that
happened at my session. I told him all my childhood memories. I was
emotionally drained by the time I finished. We sat there in silence for
a long time.
"Your story sounds almost word for word like mine, only in reverse,"
Jeff said. "Wow, this is something."
"It sure is," I answered. "It explains why we hit it off so well. Two
kindred spirits."
"Yeah," Jeff said. "What's next, for you I mean?"
"I'm not sure. I guess talk to my therapist about it. Go from there."
"Do you want...you know, like me. Do you want to go all the way with it?"
Jeff asked.
"Yeah I do," I answered. I know this sounds kind of rash now, but it
was the most clear thought I've ever had. "I want to become a woman on
the outside. Fully. I have to."
"Good for you, then," Jeff said and smiled. We both left for our rooms.
"By the way," I said from my bedroom doorway, "call me Melissa from now
on."
"Sure thing, Melissa," Jeff said and we went to bed.
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