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One Day - Rebecca's Story Friday 18th May 1984 (Age 6) - Toy Store "Robert, have you chosen what you want yet?" "No, not yet..." I mumbled. "Well hurry up, we have to leave soon." "Ok..." I had already seen what I wanted, but I hadn't yet worked up the courage to show my Mum. Even at my young age I knew the reaction I would get was not likely to be a positive one, but I decided that I had to at least try. From the moment I saw her, I knew I wanted to have her for myself. I put down the Lego set I had been holding onto for the past few minutes and quickly marched to another section of the toy store. I picked her up from her position on the shelf and, after allowing myself a brief moment to admire her close up, took her back over to where my Mum was waiting. I tugged on her coat to get her attention, and showed her what I had selected as my treat. "Robert, no you can't have this. Put it back please." "Why not? " "You can't have a Princess Barbie, it's a girl's toy. Go and choose something else." "But Mum..." I whined. "What has gotten into you Robert? I won't ask you again. Go and put it back on the shelf and choose something else, something suitable for a boy." I could tell from her tone she was quickly losing patience with me, I knew I was in an argument I wasn't going to win. "OK..." I replied reluctantly. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of the other customers, I turned around and headed back towards the part of the shop I had found Barbie. "Get that Lego you were looking at before." Mum shouted after me. I took one final look at Princess Barbie, with her golden blonde hair and beautiful prink princess dress, and with a tear in my eye, put her back on the shelf. On my way back to my Mum I picked up the Lego set I had been holding onto before, and, trying desperately to hide my disappointment and not burst into tears, I handed it to her and waited patiently for her to pay. Tuesday 18th May 1989 (Age 11) - Red Dress "Robert, will you come and give me a hand please?" Mum shouted me from upstairs. "OK, hang on..." I threw a bookmark between the open pages of my book and placed it to one side. Jumping up from the sofa, I ran up the stairs as I always did, and looked for where my Mum was calling me from. "I'm in my bedroom..." she added, immediately solving the mystery for me. A few seconds later I had joined her in her bedroom. She was standing beside her bed, next to several piles of clean, ironed, but as yet un- sorted washing. "Help me sort all this out will you Robert? Do something useful while you're off school. I'll pass you everything one at a time, make a new pile for me, one for you, and one for your father, then when we're done you can put all yours away. Be careful not to crease anything, I don't want to have to iron anything again." My first reaction was to wonder why she hadn't saved some time by making specific piles as she was doing the ironing, but I refrained from asking. Instead I agreed to help out and took the first item, a well-worn T-shirt of mine. "I can't believe you still wear that? Look how old it is?!" Mum joked. "I like it..." I replied and set it down on the bed beside me, creating the first new pile in the process. Next she handed me a few of my Dad's work shirts and then more of my T- shirts. I made nice neat piles as instructed and engaged in polite conversation. Mum asked how my book was going and what I had planned for the rest of the day. It was a nice day outside so she was keen for me to see some of the sunshine, but I told her I was happy enough to stay inside, and was looking forward to getting back to my reading as soon as I had finished helping her. Then the phone rang. "I'll get that, you carry on sorting..." Mum abandoned the next item from the pile and left the bedroom quickly, running to the next room where the house phone was. "Oh hello Justine, how are you?" Despite the distance to the next room I could hear Mum answer the phone in her usual enthusiastic manner, it sounded like it was my Aunt Justine calling. She was a woman who, much like my Mum, enjoyed a chat and a gossip, meaning that Mum would now most likely be gone for several minutes. After taking a short break from the clothes sorting while I listened in on their conversation, I decided it best to try and make some progress with the piles of washing, so I turned my attention back to the task. I quickly found a routine for sorting the clothes and made rapid progress, meaning I would almost certainly have it all finished by the time Mum got back. T-shirt, mine. Work shirt, Dad. Trousers, Dad. T- Shirt, mine. Joggers, mine. Another work shirt, Dad. Blouse..... Without initially realising I'd done it, I had instinctively paused for a moment as I picked up the blouse. I knew exactly which pile it had to go in, it was Mum's of course, but it just felt so much nicer to touch compared with Dad's work shirts and my own T-shirts. So I found myself taking longer to move it across to its pile, and I took extra care in avoiding making any unwanted creases. Next was a second blouse, and then a third. Two vest tops followed by a pencil skirt and a bra. Mum was still chatting away on the phone so I knew I had time to myself. It seemed the remainder of the unsorted pile now consisted solely of Mum's clothes. I took my time with each item, inspecting it closely and enjoying the nice material between my fingers as I carefully added it to the new pile. I had never seen Mum's clothes this close up before, certainly not her underwear. Another vest top, another blouse, four pairs of knickers and two more bras followed. Then two long maxi skirts, one navy, one floral green, and a pair of smart black trousers. I folded each item carefully and neatly and lay them out on the bed ready for Mum to collect when she got back. I had abandoned the original idea of one pile each as these clothes seemed too nice to be piled up high, so instead Mum now had several piles. Soon I was down to the final item, and it immediately became my new favourite thing. The final item of clothing was a long red evening gown. I held it up and let it fall to the ground to reveal its splendour. I recognised it as Mum had worn it out to dinner a few days ago. I had been offered only a brief view of it then, when she was saying goodbye to me as she left the house, but now I could see it close up. It was extremely beautiful. The material was silky and exciting to touch and the layers underneath the skirt gave the dress some added volume. I stood up and carefully carried the dress over to the long mirror on the other side of the room. I held it in front of me and allowed myself to imagine what it might be like to wear. It was a little too long for me of course, but that didn't matter. Smiling, I closed my eyes and began to sway gently from side to side, I could feel the dress glide gently and effortlessly across my legs, each small movement creating a delightful swishing sound. I quickly lost myself in the beautiful moment I had created. I was so lost in fact, that I failed to hear my Mum end her conversation with Aunt Justine and come back into the bedroom. "Oh my god, Robert! What on earth are you doing?!" I opened my eyes and saw mum standing in the door way. There was no hiding what I was doing, or how much I had been enjoying doing it. "I... err..." I had no response. I hurriedly returned the dress back to the pile on the bed, folding it best I could. But Mum immediately took it off me. "It can go straight onto a hanger," she replied with an almost whisper. Her disappointment in me was evident in her voice. "Ok..." I could feel my face burning. I didn't know what to do or say. "I don't want to ever see you doing that again Robert. Understood?" I nodded, reluctantly. "Boys shouldn't play with their mother's clothes like that. It's not normal." "I was just.." "No, I'm not interested in a reason why. Let's just pretend it never happened and you can promise me you won't do it again." "Ok..." "Say it..." "I promise," I replied. "Ok, now take your pile of clothes back to your bedroom then put your shoes on, you should go outside and enjoy the sunshine." So I did as I was told, I took my pile of T-shirts and joggers back to my bedroom and put my shoes on. I went outside but found it impossible to enjoy the sunshine that day. Wednesday 18th May 1994 (Age 16) - Party "Mum, is it OK if I go to a party on Saturday night?" I sat down next to her at the kitchen table. "A party? What's the occasion? And where is it?" Mum put down her magazine and gave me her attention. "Helen from school has arranged it, for her birthday. She's hired the Hightown Community Centre for the night and invited loads of people." "Loads of people?" "Well, the best people from our year. Me included!" I laughed. "Oh I see. Well that's fine with me, as long as you're not back too late." "Well I might need a lift there and back." "Ok, I'm sure I can help you out with that." "Thanks." "You'll have to get her a present, but you don't have long if the party is on Saturday." "Yeah, maybe. There is one other favour I need to ask though." "Oh, what's that?" "Can I borrow one of your dresses?!" "I beg your pardon?!" "It's a costume party, you know where everyone...." "I know what a costume party is Robert! So everyone goes dressed as Batman or Spiderman or a footballer or a banana or something, surely?" "Right, yeah usually. Except a few of the guys have decided, just for a bit of fun, to go dressed as girls. And that's what I was going to do. So if I could just borrow a dress and some shoes, and maybe a bit of make up?" "I don't think so Robert. It sounds all very old fashioned, boys dressing up as girls, just for a bit of fun. And anyway it's Helen's party, I'm sure she doesn't want to see you do that." "Oh she won't mind. She said she finds it funny... I was thinking I could borrow that red dress you have?" "My red dress? No. I'm not comfortable with this." "Another dress then? One you never wear..." "No, Robert. I mean I'm not comfortable with the idea. I don't want you to borrow any of my dresses. I don't want you to go to the party dressed as a girl. It's not right." "But Mum..." "I'm sorry Robert. I've made up my mind. You'll have to think of something else to go as. I nodded reluctantly. "Why not be Batman?" "Sure." I replied bluntly. I said nothing else as I quickly stood up and left the kitchen. I had nothing else to say to her, I was far too disappointed to carry on with the conversation. Tuesday 18th May 1999 (Age 21) - Girlfriend "Rob! Keep your eyes closed, I'm nearly done..." I did as I was told and kept my eyes firmly shut. I felt the brush sweep gently across each eye lid, first the left and then the right. "Ok. Now open them wide, and look up. Like this." Alice gave me a quick demonstration of how to open my eyes correctly, in preparation for the mascara. It only took a few seconds to apply a thick black coat to each set of eyelashes, and then I was done. Well almost. "Lips!" I watched as she picked out a luscious pink lip-gloss from her make up bag and applied it generously to my lips. She gave me a second demonstration, this time on how to press my lips together to seal the gloss. Then she showed me how to pout, something I had no problem with repeating myself. "Ok, now we're done!" Alice jumped up excitedly and dragged me by the hand over to the large mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. She gave me one final adjustment, by running her fingers through my dark, freshly straightened hair and then quickly brushing a crease out of my top with her hand. Finally she let me take view of my transformation in the mirror for the first time. "Oh my... Wow..." I was almost speechless. For the first time ever I was looking at the reflection I had long been curious about seeing. Alice had done an incredible job with my makeover. The make-up, the hair, the clothes. The skirt, I loved the skirt! It was a gorgeous chocolate brown colour, fell just below knee length and had plenty of volume underneath. The top was pink, effortlessly feminine, and almost a perfect fit - all I was missing was a bit of cleavage. I couldn't help but smile as I gently swayed from side-to side, watching the skirt move and swish and fall back into place each time. Perhaps my judgement was clouded slightly by all the excitement, but I really did look like a woman. "You like it?!" Alice interrupted my moment. She was smiling too. "I love it! Thank you!" I replied with a joyful giggle. "Ok, well try not to love it too much, it's just a bit of fun..." Alice replied abruptly, and in doing so brought me crashing back down to Earth. "Will you take my picture?" I handed her my camera. "Just for the memories..." "Sure." She took the camera and obliged by taking a couple of pictures of me standing by the window. I was so excited to get the film developed and couldn't wait to see the results. "How about I try on some of your dresses, to see what they look like?" "I don't think so Rob. It's getting late. Why not get changed then we can go get dinner or something?" "But I've only been finished like two minutes..." I couldn't help but hide my disappointment. "I know, but you've had your fun, and this isn't really what I had in mind when I planned to spend a night in with my boyfriend. I'm back in work tomorrow so it's the only night I'll get to see you this week." She paused for a moment, she could clearly see how gutted I was. "How about I go downstairs and make a drink. You have another five minutes of twirling in front of the mirror or whatever you want to do, then get changed and come down, yeah?" "Ok," I replied. She left the room and I was alone. I went back to the mirror and admired my new reflection once more. I wasn't ready for this moment to end just yet but I also didn't want to ruin the rest of my evening with Alice. I thought about staying dressed and going downstairs as I was, but I didn't think she would take too kindly to that. She had been amazing to help with my makeover in the first place, I only hoped she would agree to it again some other time. I took once final look at myself as a woman and then, reluctantly, I began to undress. Tuesday 18th May 2004 (Age 26) - Work "Hey Rob, did you see the game last night?" I heard a voice coming from behind me. "Huh?" "The game, did you see it?" "No, but I heard the score on the news." "It was brilliant. United were losing right until the end, then they scored twice in injury time to win 2-1. That winning goal though..." "Was it good?" I tried my best to feign interest. "30 yards out, slightly to the right, hammered it into the top corner. Amazing!" "Wow, sounds great." "Yeah, another game on tonight I think. Not too fussed about it but might give it a watch anyway." "I'll probably give it a miss." "How's your work going today? You added much to the spreadsheet?" Thankfully, Adam changed the subject, away from football. "Pretty slow so far, I've done a bit on the spreadsheet but I have a report to finish for Mark by five as well...." "I can't be bothered today to be honest. I'm just throwing most of this onto the spreadsheet with a quick check - if it's wrong it's wrong, someone else can fix it later. I've got the sports pages open on the other screen..." "No change there then..." I muttered to myself. "Here, look at this..." Adam took out his phone and opened up a video of a dog on a trampoline. "Hilarious..." The novelty of being able to watch silly videos on mobile phones had already warn off for me, although Adam was clearly a fan of the new technology. "I know, right? He could go to the Olympics with jumps like that." "Yeah..." "Robert, have you got a second please?" I was saved from having to view any more dog videos when I heard my name being called from across the room by Mark, my manager. "Sure," I replied. I locked my computer, jumped up from my chair and headed over to Mark's desk. "How's that report coming along? Will it be finished by five-o'clock? Mark was straight to the point as usual. "Yes, it should be, I'm about half way through it. I've been trying to do some work on the spreadsheets this morning too." "Ok, well it's really important it's done by the end of the day as I need it for the manager's meeting in the morning." "Understood. I'll get it done." "Thanks Robert." Mark turned back to his own work and our conversation was over. I headed back to my desk. Adam was still watching videos on his phone so I tried my best to ignore him for the time being. As nice as it was to have someone sat behind me who would occasionally engage me in conversation, today wasn't the day for distractions. I logged back on to my computer and opened up the half-finished report I had been working on. I sighed to myself and began to type. Four years I had been at this company already, but it seemed longer. This was my life now, a low paid office job where I would input data onto spreadsheets, write meaningless reports for managers and chat to colleagues like Adam about football. Monday 18th May 2009 (Age 31) - Counselling "And how long have you felt this way, Robert?" "All my life. Well, since about age five or six. I remember having these feelings since then. I knew I was different from the other boys." I took a sip of my water and re-adjusted my position in the chair. I was way out of my comfort zone but I was pleased I had come. Anne seemed lovely so far. She had a friendly, comforting voice which helped put me at ease. The questions were difficult to answer, but I really wanted to answer them all, and allow myself to open up to her. "Have you ever spoken to anyone about this before?" "No. I've never had anyone I felt I could talk to about it." "Not even your Mum?" "No, definitely not my Mum. She made it very clear at a young age how boys should behave, so she wouldn't have reacted well to hearing this." "That must have been difficult for you to accept." "It was, yes. Very difficult." My voice broke a little with emotion, so I took another quick sip of water. "So, how does it feel talking to me about it now?" "It feels great, it's like a weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders." I forced a smile. I was still quite nervous but it did genuinely feel like such a relief to actually have someone I could talk to. "That's good to hear. Well you know you can say anything to me, I won't judge." "Thank you, Anne." This time I didn't need to force the smile, it came naturally. "This might be a difficult question to answer, but give it a go if you can. You made the decision to come and speak to me, so clearly you are looking to make some kind of a change to your life, as people don't often come to counselling if they are content with how things are. What do you want to do next? What changes do you want to make? What do you want your future to be like?" "I came to you because... I've held on to this secret since I was six, which is twenty-five years..." "That's a long time to keep a secret." "It really is. I just can't keep it anymore. I want everyone to know." "What is it exactly you want everyone to know Robert? What is your secret?" "I want to be a woman." There was a brief moment of silence as both Anne and I considered the significance of what I had just said. It was the first time I had ever said those words out loud to anyone, Anne could tell. She gave me a comforting smile and then continued with her questions. "Do you feel like you have always been a woman anyway? On the inside?" "I do, yes. I've always felt this way; I was just never able to express myself in the way I wanted to." "So in terms of the future, do you want to start expressing yourself more as a woman some of the time? Or live as a woman all the time...?" "All the time. I want it to be all the time." There was no doubt with my answer, I was certain. "So you'd consider hormones and surgery?" "Yes, that's what I want to do." "Well it won't be an easy journey to get there, but there is absolutely no reason why it can't happen. I'd say, if all goes well, five years from now you could be having your final surgery." "Really?!" "Yes, really. You may not have realised it, but you stared your journey today, just by coming here to see me." "Wow...." "Feels good, right?" "Yeah, it does." "Have you decided what name you would like to have?" "Yes, I'd like to be Rebecca." "Rebecca, a lovely name. It really suits you!" There was an excitement in Anne's voice which made her sound absolutely genuine with her response. it was so incredible to hear. "Thank you." "Would you like me to call you Rebecca from now on?" "Yes, that would be nice." "Rebecca it is then!" I smiled. I couldn't help but smile, no one had ever called me Rebecca before. In my head I was starting to map out the rest of my life, and for the very first time, everything I wanted actually seemed attainable. All I had needed was someone to tell me it was possible and Anne had done just that. "So tell me Rebecca, what are you looking forward to most about being a woman?" "Oh... everything!" Wednesday 18th May 2014 (Age 36) - Operation "Rebecca, we're almost ready for you." Vanessa, my assigned nurse, popped her head round the door to my room. "I'll be back in ten minutes then we'll take you through to surgery, OK?" "Yes, thank you," I replied politely and forced a smile. Vanessa then disappeared quickly off down the corridor and I was left alone in my room once again. I was extremely nervous but was trying my best to stay calm. I had been at the hospital for several hours already and all the nursing staff had done a fantastic job in looking after me so far, although Vanessa had been the friendliest of the nurses I had met. She was only slightly older than me, and had a naturally bubbly personality - at least this was how she came across when in front of her patients, whether she was able to keep this up all throughout the day I wasn't sure. She was doing all she could to put my mind at ease, and it was certainly working. I was sure that she had looked after many patients like me before today. I adjusted my position on the bed to see if I could make myself more settled. I tidied a couple of magazines I had been reading back into my overnight bag and checked my phone for new messages. To my disappointment, there were none. The ankle-length hospital gown I was wearing wasn't particularly flattering or comfortable, but I knew that after my surgery, my gown would be the least of my concerns. From what I had been told it would take me several weeks to fully recover from what I was about to do, but I had convinced myself long ago that it was what I really wanted. I had prepared myself as much as possible, but now the big day had arrived, I found myself running over my life story in my head, all the significant moments and all the decisions I had made which had lead me to this point. And despite Vanessa's friendliness and positivity, I felt quite alone. A welcome distraction from my thoughts came as I took care of an itch which had developed on my leg. But once the itch had been scratched away, rather than bringing my hand straight back, I found myself slowly running it up my gown, across my thigh and towards my crotch. I checked the door to make sure no one was about to come in, and I allowed myself one last feel of my male parts, not to play or give myself any kind of sexual enjoyment, just to remember. I was remembering something that had defined who I was, from the day I was born right up until today, more than 36 years later. Perhaps more than anything else, they were the one thing which had held me back from being who I really wanted to be, symbolically at least. But not for much longer. Very soon they would be gone forever. I allowed myself a brief smile as I brought my hand back out from underneath the gown. As I reached for a second itch on my neck, I paused briefly as my hand passed by my brand new breasts which, had developed nicely over the past eighteen months, firstly with a period of hormone treatment and then through enhancement surgery which I had undertaken at the start of the year. As I placed my hands back in my lap, I let my mind wander for a moment, allowing myself to imagine what life would be like after my surgery today. Things would never be the same again, that's for sure. I was snapped out of my nice daydream when my phone buzzed, signalling an incoming text message. I hastily picked it up and unlocked the screen, it was from Alice. It read simply 'Good luck babe xxx'. It made me smile, no one else called me babe. Still nothing from my Mum though, that was the message I really wanted to receive right now. I found it difficult to conceive going for an operation having received a good luck message from your ex-girlfriend but not from your own mother, but that's where I was. There was still time for her to put it right though, but only just. My ponytail was loose so I took out the bobble and immediately put it back in again. There wasn't really a lot of point in doing this right now as soon I would be lying down asleep under anaesthetic for several hours, but it gave me a welcome distraction for a few seconds at least. My nails looked good, I had painted them pink a couple of days ago and they were the first thing Vanessa had complimented me on when she introduced herself to me when I arrived at the hospital. I checked my phone again, still no message from Mum. I had almost given up hope of her contacting me now. The nurses had been surprised when I told them no one had accompanied me to the hospital today, although if they had known of Mum's cold response to my transition so far, it would have been no surprise that she had decided to stay away. A message would still have been nice though, just to know that she was at least thinking of me today. I'm not sure ten minutes had yet passed, but suddenly Vanessa appeared at the door to the room again, smiling as always. "Come on Princess, we're ready for you now!" No one had ever called me Princess before, so I loved that she had done. I took a deep breath. "OK, I'm ready..." I replied, forcing a smile. Vanessa was followed into the room by two more nurses, Alisha and Caroline. While Vanessa made a fuss of me, handing me my overnight bag, needlessly puffing up my pillows and then offering me a hand to help me gracefully shuffle off the bed, the others gave me comforting and reassuring smiles while they prepared a wheelchair for me to sit in to take me through to operating theatre, apparently it was against the rules for me to walk there unaided. "Oh, just one second..." I reached into my bag and took out my phone one final time. No new messages. "Still no text from your Mum?" Vanessa put aside her enthusiasm for a moment and instead spoke with a more sympathetic tone. "No..." I couldn't help but sound disappointed. "Don't worry about it hun, she's probably just lost track of time. She'll catch up with you after!" I didn't really believe what Vanessa had said was going to be true, but her kind words and optimism were very much welcomed. They probably stopped me bursting into tears. I put my phone away, zipped up my bag and held it in my lap as Alisha and Caroline took it in turns to push me in the chair as we headed to the operating theatre. Vanessa chatted continuously offering me comforting bits of advice, I just smiled and nodded. It didn't really matter what she was saying to me, the conversation was helping to settle my nerves. Soon we were at the theatre and I was greeted by the surgeon and the anaesthetist. Alisha and Caroline helped me out of the chair and onto the table, and then promptly disappeared. Vanessa stayed with me a little longer and held my hand until it was time for her to leave too. "You'll be just fine hun, I'll be waiting for you when you get out. And I won't take my eyes off your bag." "Thanks Vanessa." I smiled. I had only known her a few hours but she seemed like a genuine friend now. "Ok, we're ready now. Nurse would you mind...." The anaesthetist came over to the table and signalled to Vanessa it was time for her to leave. She gave my hand one final big squeeze and departed the room, holding tight onto my overnight bag as promised. "Ok Rebecca, you're going to feel a slight prick in your left arm, then in a few seconds you'll begin to drift off..." "Ok..." I whispered. "5, 4, 3, 2...." There was the prick. This was it, there was no going back now. My final thoughts were of my Mum. Had she really forgotten about me, or did she just not care? Maybe she had text me and I'd just missed it. If only I could check my phone just one more time.... But there was no chance of that. A few seconds later I was gone. Saturday 18th May 2019 (Age 41) - Date I was in the process of applying mascara when my phone rang. Not to be rushed, I completed my task with one final sweep to my left eye's lashes, checked myself in the mirror and retuned the brush to its tube. The phone continued to ring. Whoever was calling clearly hadn't been put off by the delay, so I cleared my throat and pressed the green button. "Hello?" "Hi Rebecca... it's me." "Oh hey, how are you?" "Yes, I'm ok thanks. Are you?" "I'm fine. Well a bit nervous if I'm honest, I'm going on a date tonight, I'm just getting ready for it now!" "A date?! You kept that quiet! Who's the lucky guy?" "He's from work, he's called Jason. We've been friends for a while, but I think he knows I really like him. This week he officially asked me out, and I said yes! We're going for a meal and then maybe some drinks afterwards." "Oh wow, Rebecca!! Is he taking you somewhere expensive?!" "Yes, that new Italian restaurant in the city, Di Mario's" "Oh I've heard it's really nice there. I hope he's paying?!" "Me too!" I giggled. "I'm sure he will, he's a really nice guy. And I'm guessing he can afford a nice meal out, considering the fancy sports car he drives!" "Well you deserve to be spoiled!" "I know, right? I've been waiting all my life for someone to take me out for a meal and spoil me!" I smiled to myself. "So the big question is, what are you going to wear?" "I was thinking of that black evening dress I bought last month, I showed it to you remember? Just below knee length, slightly off the shoulder, the gold fastening at the back..." "Oh wow yes. Great choice, I love that dress. Make sure you're wearing a good bra with it though. He'll be bowled over when he sees you in that dress!" "Yes, hopefully!" "Have you got shoes to go with it? And a nice bag?" "Yes, I'll wear my favourite black heels. And I have a cute clutch bag I've been waiting to use. I'll take a cardigan too, in case it gets cold later..." "And what are you doing with your hair?" "I was at the salon this morning, Janice squeezed in an appointment for me at short notice. I had it blow-dried and it's looking fabulous I must say!" "Up or down?" "I was going wear it up, Janice showed me how best to pin it." "She's great isn't she, Janice? I've been going to her for years." "She really is!" "And you have your make up sorted?" "Yes, I have it all laid out in front of me now, I'm almost done actually. I was half way through my mascara when you rang." "Good. You're going to look amazing I'm sure! You'll have to call me tomorrow, let me know all the details." "I will, I promise!" "And don't feel pressured in going back to his afterwards or anything, you know what guys are like..." "I do know what guys are like, yes!" I giggled at my own comment, then quickly changed the subject. "So what have you been up to anyway, did you have a reason for calling?" "Oh I was just saying hi really. I've not been up to much, had a relatively quiet week. I went to my book group this morning then stopped off at a couple of shops on the walk home." "Did you buy anything?" "No, I was looking for a present for my friend Cathy, it's her birthday in a couple of weeks. I didn't find anything today, but I can go into the city next week perhaps, have a proper look then. All the girls at book group were asking after you by the way..." "That's nice..." "Oh, when I see everyone again next week I'll be able to tell them all about your date!" "Erm, aren't you all there to talk about books though?!" "Yes, mostly... But we also enjoy a bit of a catch up with each other as well. And anyway, I like to tell everyone how proud I am of my daughter!" There was a short pause as I replayed what I had just heard again in my head. "You're proud of me?" "Of course I am Rebecca! I'm extremely proud. You were so brave to do what you did, to follow your dream like that. And... well, just look at you now - you're a beautiful young woman, and you're going on dates! "Mum, stop... you'll make me cry and I'll ruin my mascara I've just done." "But it's true!" "And what do you mean 'young woman'? I'm forty-one..." I managed to laugh a little, if only as an attempt to stop myself from crying. "Oh don't be silly, forty-one is still young. One day you'll be sixty- six, like me!" "Fair point." Mum couldn't see me of course, but I was grinning uncontrollably from ear to ear. To have here not only refer to me as her daughter, but to also say she was proud of me, I was almost speechless. It was perhaps the most exciting thing I had ever had said to me, certainly by her. There was a lingering silence as I struggled for something to say next. A large part of me wanted her to open up to me, for us to have a deep and comprehensive conversation about my transition and for her to tell me how she had finally managed, after all this time, to come to terms with it all. But now perhaps wasn't the best time for it, I had a date to carry on getting ready for. I desperately hoped we would be able to have that conversation another day, sometime soon. Mum spoke next and broke the silence. "Right I should let you finish getting ready, I don't want to make you late." "Yes OK." I managed to compose myself and reply. "Are you nearly ready?" "Yes, I just need to finish my make up, then I'll be ready to put on my dress and pin up my hair. I'll take a selfie and send it to you when I'm ready, you can let me know what you think?!" "Yes, I'd like that. I hope it goes well tonight." "Thanks Mum, so do I!" "Love you!" "I love you too, Mum. Goodbye!" I put my phone down and took a deep breath. My heart was racing. I allowed myself a few moments to calm down before carrying on with my make-up routine, applying blush to my cheeks and then completing the process with my favourite red lipstick. I stood up and took off my robe, stripping down to just my underwear. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror as I took my dress from its hanger. I carefully stepped into it and pulled it up, shuffling into place. I was smiling, how could I not be? This was perhaps the happiest moment of my life. Not only had I successfully become the beautiful woman I'd always dreamed of being, I was about to be taken on a date by the guy from work who I'd had a crush on from the moment I'd been introduced to him. But perhaps best of all, the thing that made me the happiest, was my Mum's declaration. I was no longer her son, I was finally her daughter. And she was proud of me. I couldn't wait to speak to her again and tell her all about my date with Jason. The End