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Chrissy's Journey to Becoming a Woman By Scott Wilson I am lying down in the pre-surgical unit of the sexual reassignment clinic here in Southern California. Alongside my bed was my father David, my mother Karen, my sister Jennifer and my boyfriend Roger. They were all there to support me as I finish my journey to womanhood. My Dr. comes in, "How are you doing this morning Chrissy?" I said good but, nervous. She took a hold of my hand and said, "Everything will be okay, we talked about what I am going to do during your surgery, do you have any questions?" I said no and she said that she will see me in the surgery room and left. Shortly thereafter, two nurses came in to get me. Mom, Dad and Jennifer gave me hugs and said they will be here until I get out of surgery. Roger came over, leaned down and kissed me saying, "I love you." With that, I was wheeled into the operating room. The nurse asked me my name. "Chrissy Roberts," I said. "What are you here for?" "For sexual reassignment surgery," I said. "Fantastic, this is Dr. Walker. She will be your anesthesiologist during your surgery." Dr. Walker asked me, "Are you ready for this?" I said of course. With that, she pushed something into my IV and put a mask over my face. "Start counting back from 10." "10 - Finally, this is it." "9 - I am finally going to be a woman." "8 - How did I get here?" "7 - Well I don't really remember the first time I put on a dress." "6 - I just know what I was told." "5 ..." I was born on July 10, 1990. My parents gave me the name of Christopher James Murphy. My sister, Jennifer, is a little over 2 years older than me. My mother said that almost from the time I started to talk, I was asking if I could wear a dress like the other girls. Mom told me that I was a boy and that dresses were just for girls. But, I kept asking and she kept giving the same answer. My father was a long-haul trucker and many times he would be gone for 2 - 3 weeks at a time. He would come home for a few days and then be gone again. It was during one of these absences that I was told that I put on my first dress. Jennifer was 5 and I was 3. She had two of her friends, Brenda and Susan, over to play. They were in her bedroom playing with their dolls. I came in asking, "Can I play with you?" "No this is for girls only," thinking I was just trying to pester them. I went into the bathroom and found one of Jennifer's dresses in the dirty clothes. It was a little big for me but, I put it on anyway. I went back to Jennifer's bedroom and went in. "I am a girl now just like you!" They all laughed and Jennifer said, "Yes you are Chrissy." With that they let me play with them. At first, they thought it was funny a boy wearing a dress trying to act like a girl. But, after a half hour, they pretty much forgot that I was actually a boy. One thing that worries a parent is when their kids are too quiet. Mom came up to check on us. She quietly peeked in and saw us happy and playing together. She left quietly and we didn't even know that she had been there. She returned a little later with snacks for everyone. When I saw her, I just smiled and said, "Mom I am a girl now like Jennifer, Brenda and Susan." "Yes, you are, what do I call you now?" "Mom, her name is Chrissy." Mom gave us our snacks and left us to play. An hour later Brenda and Susan had to leave. Jennifer and I continued to play until Mom called us for dinner. "See Mom Chrissy is really a girl now and she much more fun than Christopher ever was." "Chrissy you may look like a little girl now but, you know that you are really are a boy?" I started to cry saying that I am not a boy I was a girl. Mom just hugged and asked, "Would like to wear Jennifer's dress for the rest of the day?" Of course, I said yes. When it was time for bed, Mom gave me the choice between my normal pajamas or one of Jennifer's old nighties. That was a no brainer, of course I chose the nightie. That was the first time I wore a dress but it was far from the last time. The next few weeks Mom would let me wear Jennifer's old clothes. She even took me shopping for some new clothes for me. Whenever I was dressed as Chrissy I was always happy. When I had to become Christopher, I got mad and depressed. When Father returned, Mom had a talk with him about me. The talk quickly turned in a shouting match. They tried to keep it low but Jennifer and I both heard them. I knew I they were fighting about me so I went into their room, crying, "Please stop! I'll stop wearing Jennifer's clothes. I will be a boy." They both looked at me a bit stunned. Mom because she knew how much being Chrissy meant to me and Father because he came to realize that he didn't really know his children. But, Father wasn't going to allow any son of his to be a sissy. They continued fighting and I ran to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up Father was gone, he was offered another run back to the east coast and didn't want to pass it up. For the next year, he started spending more and more time on the road. Those times when Father was home, I had to be Christopher. I came to hate him because when he was home, I couldn't be myself. I also grew to hate being a boy. The good thing though, was that Father rarely was home more than a few days at a time. I didn't really understand why I couldn't be Chrissy when Father was home I was just glad when he left. From that first day on, Mom let me grow my hair out. Father of course had a fit but never forced Mom to get my hair cut. Ever since Mother began allowing me to be Chrissy, I was a much happier kid. After a couple of months, I had enough clothes to last me until I could grow into Jennifer's old clothes. For my 4th birthday, Mother gave me a Princess party and we invited a bunch of my girlfriends. I had my Princess dress on, my hair, which was almost to my shoulders, was curled and Mom polished my nails for me. It was during the party that Father came home early from one of his runs. He was confused as to why all of these little girls were there. He knew that they were all too young to be Jennifer's friends. When he finally realized that curly haired girl was me, he got furious. "No son of mine is going to be a sissy." "Calm down Jack, Christopher is just going through a stage," said Mom. "Not my son," he bellowed. I was so embarrassed and my friends were shocked. Father took my hand and led me into the house. He told me to change my clothes. He got madder when he realized that I no longer had any boy's clothes that fit me. He found a pair of jeans and a tee shirt that didn't look too girly. He then took me to his barber and had him give me a buzz cut. I tried to protest and he just told me to shut up. When we got home, I ran to my bedroom crying, with real tears. Mom and Father started fighting. Father had a friend who had a construction company in Alaska. He told Mom that he was going up there to work, driving a gravel truck. While he wasn't a very good Father, he always did make sure that we were taken care of. 6 Months later he was involved in an accident. He was going around a corner and there was a moose in the middle of the road. He went to put on the brakes and they failed. He hit the moose, rolled the truck and was killed instantly. The Alaska State Police did the investigation and determined that Father wasn't speeding and it was the braking system failure which was the cause of the accident. Between the insurances and an out of court settlement, Father left us very well off. Mom didn't have to work and she set up accounts for Jennifer and me for our college and trust funds. To be honest, I don't really remember Father but, in the end, he took very good care of us from his grave. After things settled down, Mom decided that she wanted to sell the house and move closer to her sister Mary. She never did like the house or living in Southern California. She agreed to move there after she and Father were married because it was close to his work. Now that Father was dead, there was no reason to stay there. My Aunt Mary and my cousins Amanda (Mandy) and Samantha (Sami) lived in the East Bay Area of Northern California. Mom wanted to be closer to them. So, we packed up everything and moved to Walnut Creek and we were very close to Aunt Mary. Mom had always been closer to Aunt Mary because they were closer in age than with her youngest sister, Aunt Joanne. Aunt Mary and Mom were both pregnant at the same time. Mandy and Jennifer were the same age and Sami and I were the same age. Aunt Joanne, Uncle Mike and my twin cousins, Brad and Janice lived about 100 miles north of Aunt Mary's on a farm. My grandma and grandpa also lived in that area. Living in Southern California, we only got to see them once or twice a year. By moving, we would be closer to Mom's family and we would be able to see them more often. My Father was an orphan. He had no family which help to explain why he didn't know how to be a father. I have been Chrissy, fulltime, since Father left for Alaska. My hair was slowly growing out and Mom bought me a wig to wear until it did. The nice thing about being financially well off was that I no long had to wear Jennifer's hand me downs. After we got settled, Mom had me go to 3 different psychologists to be evaluated. All 3 basically came to the same conclusion, I was probably transgendered. All 3 consulted and recommended that I continue to live as Chrissy and see what happens in the future. Mom settled on one therapist, Dr. Susan Brown. I met with her once a month for the next year and then once every 6 months so she could keep track of my progress. Aunt Mary had a friend, Sophia Stevens, who was a lawyer. Since I was starting kindergarten soon, Mom asked her about getting my name and gender changed. We had to go to court and while the Judge allowed Mother to legally change my name, he wouldn't change my gender because of my age. So, I entered kindergarten as Christine (Chrissy) Marie Murphy. The principal and teachers, knew about my situation and referred to me only as Chrissy or Christine. Obviously, I couldn't use the boy's bathroom and legally I couldn't use the girl's bathroom, so I had to use the bathrooms in the office. At first, my friends only knew me as Chrissy and were told I was too shy to use the girl's bathroom. Growing up, I was pretty much a normal girl. I had my friends but, only my closest friends knew my secret. We often had sleep overs with our cousins, but I didn't go to one with my friends until I was 7. My bff Beth, was going to have a sleep over. There were going to be a total of 8 girls there. Mom had to call all of their parents and tell them about me and make sure they didn't have a problem with it. No one had a clue that I wasn't a girl and no one objected. The sleep over was a lot of fun. We talked, giggled and Beth's Mom painted all of our nails for us. We watched Aladdin and the King of Thieves on their projection TV. None of the girls could believe that I was really a boy. They even challenged me to prove it but, I said I hated it and didn't want to show it. They accepted that and it wasn't brought up again. The next morning Beth's Mom made us breakfast and we all went home. On Monday it took about an hour before the whole school knew about me. For the first few days I was the center of attention. The local TV station even wanted to do a story on me. But, Mom said no and to leave me alone, which they did. After a week all was back to normal except some of my girlfriends dragged into the girl's bathroom to let me know it was all right. Through all of this, Jennifer was my closest friend and supporter. By this time, I really didn't remember any time living as a boy except, that day Father took me to the barber shop and had my hair all cut off. What I remember about Jennifer is that she has always been there for me. There have been a few times that she came to my defense when I was being teased. It had been her idea for Mom to give me my Princess party. The few times that I acted like a boy, she was there to correct and teach me. She is a great older sister and I love her so much. After we moved to Walnut Creek, Mom needed to get her hair done. When we were in So Cal, she went to a high-end salon and didn't mind spending the money to keep her hair looking good. My Aunt Mary recommended her hair stylist. So, Mom made an appointment to get her highlights redone and to get a trim. The stylist did an all right job but nothing to write home about. Mom went back a couple of times but, wasn't really thrilled about how she did her hair. Mom decided that she needed to find another stylist and tried a couple others. Mom has always been super picky about her hair and she knew what she wanted. One day, she was at Curves and she saw a woman there with the most beautiful hair. Mom asked her where she got her hair done and the woman started gushing about David at the David Roberts Salon. She had been going to him for almost 7 years. She said he wasn't cheap but, he was well worth the money. Plus, she said he was cute. Mom had never had her hair done by a man before so she thought she would give him a try. She called to make an appointment. She was told that since she was new, David wanted to do a consultation first. This was so he would know how to schedule his time. When she went in for the consultation Mom assumed that David was probably gay. But, the whole time he was kind, professional, funny and a bit flirty. Mom started to think she might have been wrong. Anyway, David suggested that they do a complete color correction because her hair was such a mish mash of colors. He also suggested a different hair style that would better frame her face. Mom agreed and she scheduled a 4-hour appointment for the following week. When she got home from her appointment, she looked fantastic! She had spent more, time and money, on that one appointment than she had on the previous three. She found the stylist of her dreams. She already scheduled appointments, every 4 weeks, to get her roots touched up. She also found other reasons to go to back to David and the salon on a regular basis. But when it came time for Jennifer and me to get our hair cut, Mom took us someplace else. What we didn't know, at the time, was that Mom had a crush on David. After a couple of months, David did ask Mom out to dinner. One dinner became two and two became three. For the fourth date, Mom invited him over for dinner and to meet us. Mom had dated a few guys since Father's death but nothing ever worked out. Perhaps the fact that Jennifer and I didn't like them may have had something to do with it. When David came over, we could tell that he was different than any of the other men Mom had dated. With most of the others was, "Hi, how are you?" Then with the exception of a little small talk, they paid little or no attention to Jennifer and me. On the other hand, David was interested in getting to know us. While Mom was cooking, we sat together and talked. He treated us like we were his peers and not a couple of little girls. We found out later that Mom told David about me and he never mentioned it when we were talking. We told him about us and in return, he told us about him. He was the younger brother of three sisters. He would always tease his sisters and they would tease him back. He had learned from a young age to help his Mother with his sister's hair. He came to enjoy doing their hair. But, he wanted to be a fire fighter like his Father. After high school he got a degree in Fire Science and was immediately hired on his Father's Fire Department. One thing about being a firefighter is that you have lots of time off. Thinking how much he liked doing hair, on his off days he went to cosmetology school and after almost 2 years he was licensed. On one of his fires, just before he graduated, he saved a woman. It turned out that she was the mother of one of the very best hair stylists in the area. One of David's co-workers mentioned to the woman that David was going to cosmetology school. The word got to the stylist and he offered David a chance to intern with him until he graduated and a job as an assistant when he got his license. David worked for him for almost two years and he slowly built up his clientele. It was then that the stylist offered him a chair in the salon. In another year, David had built up his clientele base so that he was constantly booked 3 - 4 weeks in advanced. At that point it was very tempting to quit the Fire Department and start doing hair fulltime. But, he enjoyed being a fire fighter, helping people plus the benefits of insurance, vacation and sick leave that he would have to give up. That was about to change. There was a new Battalion Chief that ordered him into a building to look for victims. The building was unstable and it came crashing down on him. He broke both of his legs, his left shoulder, hurt his back and had a few 2nd and 3rd degree burns on his body. He was in the hospital for almost a month. After 6 months, it was determined that his injuries were bad enough that he wouldn't be cleared to go back to work. He was offered permanent disability, health insurance and a nice cash settlement. When he got back to the salon, most of his clients came back to him. Now that he was working fulltime, he started taking on more clients and after a few months he was constantly booked 2 - 3 weeks in advance. A year later he had the opportunity to buy the salon, which he did using his settlement money. David had been married once. They met in college but she didn't want to have kids and she didn't like that he was doing hair. She was jealous of him being around "all of those other women." He had dated on and off over the years but never met anyone who really piqued his interest until he met Mom. After that first dinner with us, he kept coming around more and more. Each time, he made sure that he spent as much time with Jennifer and me as with Mom. Sometimes we would just talk, sometimes he would help us with our homework. Jennifer and I both started to care a lot about him and hoped that somehow, Mom wouldn't blow it. I didn't really remember Father, I had even forgot about the Princess party. But, David showed us what it would be like to have a Father. Whenever Jennifer or I would be in a play, have a soccer game, soft ball, he was always there with Mom to watch us. Mom started taking us to David's salon to get our hair cut. On one trip I wanted pink highlights. Mom was against it until David stuck up for me and told Mom that they would be gone in a few days. So, she said ok and he gave me pink highlights. I loved them! I hugged David and said, "Thank you so much, I love you." Without hesitation he said, "You are more than welcome and I love you and Jennifer too." I remember thinking that I would like to start calling him daddy. The following week, we actually had a three-day weekend because of some teacher training. David cleared his schedule and took us to Disneyland. I had been once when I was small and I didn't really remember it. Mom was never much for traveling so we never really had a family vacation. We stayed at the Disneyland Hotel and Mom and David shared on room and Jennifer and I shared an adjoining room. We all thoroughly enjoyed the trip and what it was like to be a family. All of our family had got to know David and all loved him too. The following weekend, Mom dropped us off at Aunt Mary's. Denise, a friend of Moms, had asked her to go shopping for the day. Shortly after Mom had left, Aunt Joanne, Uncle Mike, Brad and Janice showed up, followed up by my grandparents and David. David gathered us all together and said, "I want to thank you for all coming. As you know I have been dating Karen, and the girls, for 6 months now. I love them with all my heart and I asked you here to get your permission for me to ask her to marry me." There was a silence except for Jennifer and me. We ran to him and squealed, "Oh of course you can ask her and we will make sure she says yes"! With that, everyone started giving their approvals and congratulations. Everyone was in a joyous mood and Jennifer and I were right next to him. "Can I start calling you Daddy?" I said to him. "I would like that but your Mom has to say yes first." With that, everyone in the room, said in unison, "Oh she will!" With that, David excused himself. It seems that he had Denise take Mom shopping and they should be going to lunch about now. Mom and David have their favorite little Italian restaurant. Denise had talked Mom into taking her there. When they got there, Denise made sure that she was facing the entrance and that Mom couldn't see it. As soon as she saw David, she excused herself to the restroom. With that, David came over to Mom. She was startled, but happy, to see him. He got on one knee and asked her to marry him. She was both shocked and happy at the same time. "What about the girls? They have a say in this." "After you left Mary's your whole family, including your parents, came over. They all gave me their blessings, especially the girls. Chrissy asked when she can start calling me daddy." "She can start calling you daddy whenever you want. Yes of course I will marry you" With that everyone in the restaurant, including Denise, started applauding. "Shall we go and tell the girls?" "Not until you help me finish this tiramisu." After they finished, they gave big hugs to Denise saying, "You are coming to the wedding, aren't you?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world." With that they went back to Aunt Mary's. Everyone was still there and gave a big applause when they walked through the door. Jennifer and I ran up to them and hugged them. Before they could say anything, I looked up and asked, "Can I start calling you daddy now?" "Yes, if you want, your Mom said yes." "Oh, I love you so much Daddy!" There was another round of hooting and hollering, everyone was happy for them, and us. Please Read This! I don't really remember my biological Father and he was never really a father to me. David has been more of a Father than he ever was. From this point when I refer to Father, Dad or Daddy, I am talking about David. When I mention my biological father, I will refer to him by his name Jack. I hope this doesn't confuse you. My Grandparents were 60's hippies and lived for drugs, sex and rock and roll. Aunt Mary was actually born in a commune in Mendocino. When Mom was born, they had already moved to the Bay Area. But they still liked to party, drink and do drugs. Grandfather couldn't hold down a job and they ended up having Mom and Aunt Mary taken away from them. A while later they had Aunt Joanne. They were able to regain custody of us but their life style changed little. Instead of doing drugs, they both became alcoholics. This time all three of the girls were taken away. They both went through rehab and got their girls back again. They remained sober for less than a year. Aunt Mary was 13, Mom was 11 and Aunt Joanne was only 4. They all went to a picnic that was put on by the company grandfather worked for. He started drinking again and when it was time to go home, he shouldn't have been driving and grandmother said nothing. They got into a wreck, luckily no one was hurt. Both grandfather and grandmother were thrown in jail. For drunk driving and child endangerment. The girls were taken away again. Their Uncle Richard and Aunt Josephine had no children of their own so they took the girls permanently. They never lived with grandfather or grandmother again. When Mom married Jack, they weren't even invited to the wedding. Mom's Aunt Josephine helped her plan the wedding and Uncle Richard is the one who walked her down the aisle. Until recently, Mom and Aunt Mary had little contact with them. But, they did finally grow up and got their lives together. For the last few years, they have made a concerted effort to reconnect with their daughters. Slowly Mom has started to forgive them. She even invited them to last Thanksgiving and Christmas. Before proposing to Mom, Dad asked Aunt Mary about inviting her parents. She said that would be a good and she was the one who suggested asking them to come when Dad asked our permission to marry Mother. Dad and Mom decided on a June wedding because they wanted it to be a family honeymoon and we would be out of school then. They asked us where we wanted to go. We thought about it and we decided on Hawaii. This time grandmother was able to help with Mom's wedding and Mom actually asked grandfather to walk her down the aisle. Unfortunately, Uncle Richard and Aunt Josephine had already passed away. Jennifer and I were two of Mom's Bride's Maid. Mom didn't want to choose between her sisters so she asked Denise to be her Maid of Honor. My cousin Brad was the Ringer Bearer and Janice was the Flower Girl they were both 4 years old. I want to give you some of my family's background so that you know where I am coming from. These are the people who helped to shape me into the woman I am now. I am blessed to have a family and Father who has always been there for me. I was seeing Dr. Brown every 6 months. It was basically so she could get caught up with what I am doing and how I am progressing. Both Dad and Mom took me to my next appointment. Dr. Brown was very happy to hear about Mom and Dad getting married. She said, every little girl needed a father figure in her life. She caught Dad up on what is happening with me now and what will probably happen in the future. His reaction was that he would be there both financially and emotionally. He said he thinks of me as nothing less than his daughter. At school, almost everyone knows about me and most accepts me for who I am. I have had either Jennifer or friends come to my aid if someone tried to tease me. Technically, I was supposed to use the office bathroom but, I use the girls' and no one says a thing. As long as no one makes a complaint the school officials weren't too concerned. Beth, my bff, was an only child. Her parents had a 2nd home at Lake Tahoe. Beth didn't like to up there by herself, so she would ask me to go with her. We always had lots of fun and we are still close friends. Her parents even let us sleep in the same room. I wanted to ask Beth to come to Hawaii with us. I knew that Mom would probably say no. It was interesting, even though I haven't had a father before I was quickly learning how to wrap Daddy around my little finger. So, I went to him and was shocked when he said no. He went on to explain that this was just for us. It was to celebrate becoming a family. I think I understood as good as a 7, almost 8, year old could. The date was set for June 20th. Mom and Dad were going to get married at St. Catherine's and the reception was going to be held one of the local country clubs. The next day we were flying out of San Jose to Kona, Hawaii. It was so much fun "helping" with the wedding arrangements. Mom made sure that Jennifer and I were involved with choosing the invitations, the theme (though she wasn't crazy about my idea of the Little Mermaid theme), the cake, etc. She made us feel we were the ones getting married and not her. But, to think back on it, I guess Dad was marrying all of us. In May, for Jennifer's 10th birthday, Dad suggested having a Princess salon party. Barbara, one of Dad's hairstylists, does Princess Parties on the side. Dad said that she would set it up. Jennifer could invite up to 10 of her friends and family. Dad would have all of his stylists, clear a 3-hour window in their schedules. Of course, Dad was paying them. The party would start a 11:00 during which all of the Princesses would get, a spa robe to use during the party to take home, a mini mani, pedi, nail polish, mini facial, makeup, a glitter tattoo and a hairdo. Barbara has a collection of tutus, shirts, wands, wings, and feathers for the girls to try on. Pizza would be ordered in and there would be a Birthday cake too. Each girl would be given a Champagne glass, with pink lemonade. Jennifer thought it would be fun. Our cousins, Mandy, Sami and Janice were invited along with several of her friends. She even said that I could invite Beth, which I did. The party was great fun. We all loved being pampered and acting like we were "grownups." This was a first for me. In the past the only thing I had ever done in a salon, except for my pink highlights, was to get my hair cut. At 7, almost 8, years old, I knew that I loved this and wanted more. It's lucky that I have a Father who is a hair stylist. After the party, I asked Dad if, after school, I could hang out with him at the salon. He said sure but, I had to "help" out while I was there. I loved going there and spending time with him. The stylists and clients all adored me. I would sweep up the hair, get coffee for the stylists and their clients, serve cookies and take the dirty towels back to the washing machine. I would ask each client if there was anything I could get for them. Most would give me some sort of a tip. The first day, I made $5 in tips. Dad said I could spend half of my tips but, I had to put the other half into a savings account. I would usually go in a couple days a week, after school. and some Saturdays. I loved spending time in the salon but, more importantly with my Daddy. Before long, school was out and the wedding was very close. Denise was Mom's Maid of Honor. Her Bridesmaids included Jennifer, two of her longtime friends Naomi and Diane and me of course. We had all been fitted for our new dresses. Jennifer and mine were just smaller versions of the others. We wore a dark lavender one shoulder dress with a long mesh skirt. I even got my first pair of high heels, even though they were only 1." Denise threw Mom a wedding shower. It was lots of fun but, a lot of the jokes, games and gifts I didn't understand. I was just told that someday I would. Denise, Aunts Mary and Joanne, Naomi and Diane took Mom to Las Vegas for the weekend. We weren't invited. For the first time, Dad had to not only take care of us, but Mandy and Sami too. On Friday night he let us have a slumber party and invite some friends over. Since we came into his life, Dad has been working less and less on Saturdays so he could be there for us. This Saturday, after our friends left, he took us shopping and we all got our ears pierced. That night we went and saw the Quest for Camelot. Thinking back, I felt sorry for him having to take care of 4 young girls. But, he loved it. He kept saying that he felt like the luckiest man in the world to have us come into his life and we felt the same. The night before the wedding Dad's Best Man, Charles, threw him a bachelor party and he spent the night at his place. The morning of the wedding we all met at Dad's salon to get our hair and makeup done. We then went to the church to get dressed. With my hair and makeup done, wearing that dress and heels, I felt so grown up. It was time it to start. I could peek out and see everyone in their seats and Dad was standing there in his tux looking so dapper and happy. Denise pulled me back into the room saying get in line we are going to start. Almost on cue, the music starts. Janice goes out first spreading her rose petals, then Brad holding the pillow with the rings on it, then Denise and the Bridesmaids. We all walk to the front and Dad was grinning from ear to ear. Then everyone rises, the doors open, and Mom is walking down the aisle on Grandfather's arm. She kisses him and he sits down. When the priest asks who gives this woman, Jennifer and I stepped up and said, "We do." When the time came to exchange vows, Jennifer and I said what it has meant to us to have Dad in our lives. With that, the Priest proclaimed us Husband, Wife and Daughters. The party afterwards was a lot of fun. I even danced with our neighbor, Roger who was the same age as Jennifer. This was the first time I danced with a boy. Usually the Father/Daughter dance is the Bride and her Father. While Mom did dance with him, in this case, the Father/Daughters dance was Dad dancing with Jennifer and me separately and together. At the end of the night we were exhausted. Since both Mom and Dad had their own houses, it was decided that Dad would move into our house. That way Jennifer and I wouldn't have to change schools. So, when we got home, Dad carried Mom over the threshold and then Jennifer and me. We both went to our rooms and got out of our dresses. We just wanted to crash but, Mom and Dad made us take our hair down and our makeup off. Only then, we could crash and we were both asleep when our heads hit the pillow. We had an early morning flight so we had everything packed and ready to go for the morning. Dad had booked us 1st class tickets so Mom and Dad had their own seats and Jennifer and I had our own seats. This was my first time flying and I immediately fell back to sleep. We stayed at the Kona Kailua resort. Our room had 2 bedrooms with a fantastic ocean view. Mom and Dad's room had a king-sized bed. Our room had 2 double beds. We spent a lot of time at the beach but, we also took a helicopter ride to see the volcano, we were able to swim with dolphins, rode horses along the beach, went on a glass boat ride. We were busy the whole time. By the time our week was over, we were all sad to have to go. But, had successfully bonded as a family, which was the whole reason we had a family honeymoon. When we got home and had settled back in, Mom and Dad called us together for a family meeting. This would be the first of many to come. Mom and us had always had an open line of communication and this was Dad's way of becoming more involved as a family. Dad was the first to talk. "Your Mom and I have talked a lot about you girls. I hope you know, by now, that you both mean the world to me and that I love you both with all of my heart. I have something to ask you. Please don't feel any pressure. Any decision will be yours. But, I would like to, and your Mother agrees, legally adopt you both. In my eyes, you both are already my daughters. But this would make it legal. Your Mother is changing her last name to Roberts. If I do adopt you, you can do the same or keep Murphy as you last name. What do you think?" It took about have a second for Jennifer to both say yes. "We would love to be your daughters and take your name." Sophia, who handled me getting my name changed earlier, took care of the paper work. A few months later, we were back in the court room telling the Judge that we wanted Father to adopt us and that we wanted to take his name. The Judge looked at the paper work, then she looked at me with a puzzled look. "It seems like there may have been an error. It says here that Christine is a boy." "Yes, your Honor, Christine is biologically a boy. She has represented herself as a female since she was 3 and has lived as a girl fulltime since she was 4. Christine has been going to a therapist for the last 4 years. It is because of this she changed her name. We're told, at the time that because of her age, the Judge wasn't able to legally change her gender." "I am going to grant the adoption and the name change. I would though like to see Christine's therapist. There have been some recent rulings about children, of Christine's age. When it has been shown that they are, in all reality, members of the opposite sex, permission has been granted to allow legally change the child's gender. I would like to talk with therapist and if she can convince me, I will legally change Christine's gender." "Thank you, your Honor, I will contact Dr. Brown right away." With that, I legally became Daddy's daughter and Christine Marie Roberts, soon to be recognized, by the courts as female. 2 weeks later, we were back in court with Dr. Brown. She told the Judge about my history and her finding and those from the first therapists I went to. How I have lived and Identified as girl for the last 4 years. "So, Christine, do you understand on what we are doing here today?" "Yes Ma'am, to see if I can legally become a girl." "In the last 4 years, have you ever wanted to go back as Christopher?" "Oh God no! I have never wanted to be a boy and I don't remember ever being a boy. I don't know what I would do if I had to become a boy. I have no idea of what it is like being a boy." "Very good answers Christine. Did anyone coach you on what to say?" "My Mom told me to just tell the truth, and that is what I did. "I have no reason to doubt any of you. Christine, if I hadn't read it in your report, I would have never known that you were born a boy. This seems like a slam dunk case but, I am worried about your age. What I would like to do is to think on it overnight and I will call your parents and give them my decision." She did call the next day. She said that while she has no doubts as to me ultimately becoming a woman, because of my age though, she wanted to put it off a year. At that time, she wanted to meet with us all, including Dr. Brown, and if everything is progressing like it should she will grant me my change in gender. Sophia said we could shop this to another Judge but, recommended against. She said it would be a waste of money and I will get what I want in a year's time. The year went very fast. Every time I see Daddy, I feel lucky to have him as my Father. He has, without exception always been there for us. Even before he came into our lives, Mom felt that the best way to keep kids out of trouble is to keep them busy. Mom had me involved with dance classes, soccer, t-ball and gymnastics. Jennifer was involved in soccer, music and the Girl Scouts. Father would look at when we are out of school and make sure the he had no appointments then. His salon is constantly on the Best of Lists so he has no problem keeping stylists working there. They all rent their stations. Their rent is more than enough to pay the rent, insurance, utilities, etc. So, anything Dad makes, he keeps. Ever since Jennifer was born, Mom has been a stay-at-home Mom. She is the one who ran us around from practice to practice. Dad, on the other hand, made sure he attended all of our games, recitals, and other activities. Jennifer and I were involved in a school play and he volunteered to do the hair and make up for all of the kids. Mom became pregnant shortly after we got home from Hawaii and now I am a big sister to my baby brother. They named him James (Jimmie) after Dad?s Father. While Mom ran us around to our after-school activities, Father also helped by being the Assistant Coach for our soccer and baseball teams. I joined the Girl Scouts also. Mom was one of our leaders and Dad would also help anyway he could. The first year Jennifer went to Girl Scout camp, Mom was one of the chaperons. Now with little Jimmie, she couldn?t do it. So, Dad volunteered. They were always happy to have Fathers, Grandfathers and Uncles etc. volunteer. Many girls don?t have a father figure in their lives so a positive father figure was very desirable. During our spring and fall breaks, we would go someplace as a family. Sometimes it was a major trip like Cancun, other times it was closer like using Beth?s family cabin at Lake Tahoe. Sometimes we were able to bring a friend. Many of my friends were a bit jealous because Father spent so much time with us and was so involved in what we do. I just tell them that I feel blessed having him as my Father. Our home became the hang out home for many of our friends. The only restriction Mom put on us was that we had to be quiet when Jimmie was sleeping. We met again with the Judge. She looked over what has progressed in the last year. She asked me again about wanting to be a girl, and my response was, ?I don?t want to be a girl, I am a girl!? With that she signed the order that officially change my gender to female. This last year, I have had so much fun ?working? in the salon. I am usually there Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school. Sometimes when Dad had to work on Saturday, I would go in with him. He never paid me anything but I was making $15 - $20 a week just on my tips. I always made it a point to talk with the ladies in there. I would sweep up for the stylists, which they would give me $5 a week, when I would bring coffee or snacks the clients would usually give me $1. Many of the older women sort of ?adopted? me as their granddaughter because many of their grandkids lived so far away they hardly got to see them. The ladies got so used to seeing me in there, when something came up so I couldn?t come in, they got worried that something had happened to me. I usually put most of my money in the bank and at the end of the year, I had over $400 in my account. I told everyone that I was saving for a new car. To be continued...