Welcome to womanhood.

Life is not always fair.

I grew up in a house with a loving mother and father and two older brothers.

I was expected to be like their rough and tumble, outgoing and hardy.

But really, why did I just want to stay home with my mother, bake clean and do nothing dangerous?

I was always considered a bit of a wimp.

I was always considered to be strange.

It was always expected that one day I would come out of the closet, and in a sense, I did.

I did not know it when I was little, le but after reaching puberty, it became clear to me.

I was a woman trapped in a man's body.

I was frightened to come out to my parents.

I was frightened to come out to my friends.

I did not think people would understand.

I thought people would show me and see me as a freak.

I was surprised when everyone accepted me.

They did not find it strange that I would start with women's clothes and makeup.

They did not find his dreams, as I wanted to be treated as a woman.

The simple surgery to turn them into a woman was cheap, but if I was going to be a woman, I wanted to be a woman inside and out.

That sort of procedure was costly.  

So I was shocked when I turned 21 that all my friends and family had pulled together the resources and, with my little bit of savings, were able to buy me the basic package.

I did not know what to say.

I did not know how to thank them.

I was finally going to become the woman I had always wanted to be.

The date was set, and I went in for my procedure.

Two days later, I stepped out of the clinic they knew the woman.

Ready to start her new life.

OMG, what an incredible job.

No more stuffing a bar.

No more sticking my dick between my legs.

No more feeling like everybody is looking at me because I'm a man in a dress.

I am a woman and hear me roar.