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Delightful Box
On the attic of my parental house, there was this wooden box with women cloths. When I was a child, my sisters and I often dress up before we started building huts from old curtains and blankets on the attic. I was at the age of eleven, no signs of adolescence at all, when I noticed a special feeling when I used the clothes from the wooden box.
Prince Valiant
In my early teens my role model was Prince Valliant, a hero in fantastically drawn serious stories in comic books that my mother received with her groceries. I must admit that I more identified my self with this hero then with the beautiful and noble princesses that he met. Although I noticed I was a little envious when my mother was doing the hair of my sisters, there was no conflict yet between my longing for femininity and male bravura.
Work outs
That conflict arose soon when my adolescence started. I bought weights and started to do work outs to get a masculine body. However sometimes I could not resist the very feminine clothes of my very feminine mother. Due to my impossible quality, my adolescence was a period of extra uncertainty and persistent denial.
My angel
After my adolescence, I gradually accepted my special quality. In my student years, I met my present wife. I have shared my secret with her from the beginning. Knowing it is something completely different then witnessing it. Luckily, my angel kept an open mind and I did not exclude her from my thoughts and feelings. We helped one another and both grew to acceptance. The last decade we both enjoy my T-expression.
Despair
People estimate my age often 10 years younger then my calendar age. My body has the appearance of competition swimmer. Here my male need for a strong and well-trained body goes hand in hand with feminine need for a slender body. However, when I sit in front of the mirror fiercely trying to camouflage the decay of my skin I forget those compliments easily. I fight this battle with my skin repeatedly and the number and the result of these battles make me desperate.
Hope
In this despair, my eyes coincidently crossed a story on the internet that immediately got my attention. It was the passionate story of a Colombian transgender who made the transformation of fellow transgenders from male to female, her personal mission. Her name is Cassandra and on her website I saw evidence of remarkable transformations. Reading Cassandra’s story and seeing the results of her skills, I suddenly knew there was hope.
Hostess
Cassandra acted as a very pleasant and good hostess. When my wife and I visited her, she was very modestly dressed, a dress code that was partly practical and partly with the intention to keep her client in the focus of attention. However, it was inevitable that her looks and grace has the potential of unparalleled femininity. With her words and behavior, she made us feel at ease from the start up and thru the moment that we left her studio.
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