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temp256 said:I live at home, and I'm dependent on my parents for clothes and the like. Dressing like a girl means coming out to my family, and I'm (unreasonably) terrified to tell them.
temp256 said:I guess being called Jet really wouldn't do much at the moment. So many other things will change in the months to come, so I doubt the name will make much difference. I'm starting college classes, so it wouldn't force me to do anything.
Bisexplicit, a sex change is a very gradual process. It takes three months of therapy to even get hormones, and another year of a real-life test before surgery can even be considered. I'm currently at the "waiting to get an appointment with a therapist" stage, and I have no idea how far it will progress.
The problem is that I need to come out, if for nothing more than emotional stability. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, but I'm just far too nervous to say anything. I know I have nothing to fear, but my sense of paranoia is holding me back. I need to tell them, but I...can't.
Maybe I should start being careless with what I leave up on my computer...
Mom, I want to be a girl.
temp256 said:I'm afraid I will have to start school as a male next week, but do you think it would be too weird if I told people to call me Jetta? I appear rather effeminate, but still male.
Damn this waiting. I wish I could start being a girl right now...
I going to get this a lot, aren't I? I know and care nothing of cars. I got the name from the Clifford series. It's the name of the egotistic rich girl, my favorite type of character.Hisbabydoll26 said:Isn't that a car?
temp256 said:I'm...partially out now. My mother started asking about the clinic I'm trying to get into.
The dialogue consisted of her gentle but inquisitive questions and my silent nodding as I stared at nothing and petted the kitten. Oh how I love my long hair! The lengthy strands formed a perfect emotional shield for avoiding eye contact and masking my embarrassed grin. I wonder how I ever lived without it.
My mother was surprisingly accurate at guessing the clinic was for "gender identity", but she did expose her ignorance of transsexuality by asking if it was a place for surgery or merely the beginnings of therapy. (I don't understand why everyone assumes surgery is the only step in a sex change. The dangly bits don't matter until the end, if at all.)
She said there are probably counseling opportunities at the school, then casually resumed normal conversation as if nothing happened. Awkward though it was for me, she thankfully gave no indication of anything out of the ordinary.
Now, if I can just work in an eyebrow wax and ear piercings before Tuesday...