Well, I've been in my name is Diego (or Shane ... but Shane is the name of the girl I like, although the name is androgynous). In this process of being FTM, according to my research, is very extensive. Since then begins to take your life in the genre you really are, to that of being in the wrong body is called gender dysphoria.
And answering the obvious questions: I am a girl. To me, this being transgender is something new (new in the aspect that I'm just discovering q wave), I within a year I felt proud lesbian, a very masculine lesbian.
But the issue here is that I am in full research, located in time and space. Because I've noticed that when someone has that gender dysphoria from small genus are found in the male or female, but as I said, I had no idea of my gender until I was 10 years old.
was something like "Ah, yes, she likes me! A moment ... I wonder if I have a boyfriend ... but pussies I have a boyfriend! Q? I'm a girl!". I will tell my children
briefly
from my birth I have lived as a child. In my outfit, which borrowed a huge doll my size, even my games, that bring short hair and play with dolls, wrestling, or that of the strollers. Just repeat that in my grandparents' house I was not Silvia, was Toñito (my father's name is Antonio) or Yayo (why not
Yaya. And what about my aunt's attempts to get a dress ... it was fatal! A brutal tantrums! I felt that I wanted to dress! The point is that when you get to kindergarten, the time to socialize with smaller wild, my behavior was the same: put aside the stuffed animals and play with other carts children, play fights!
This play-fight brought many nagging me, and several visits from my mother's teacher, haha!
And at the time of having to share games with my cousins, I had to be the child, not by obligation, I demanded!
The base was a little different, but not much. Instead of playing to the rope or have girlfriends, I had many friends! It was great to play and make mischief with a boy named izaar, breaking the pencils of the other students, spread glue stick on windows, I was a little Reese (the Malcolm). But this precocious child suddenly said I was his girlfriend!
Then to have more friends and play the Power Rangers!
college I changed a few times until I was in a nearby home. I play soccer, beating more children.
was in 5th grade that I lied about some children who supposedly loved me (aha, of course!) And everything to go along with my cousins.
Well, that's a very traumatic time kagado so ... Summary: I had my first boyfriend.
was pathetic!
My life in high school was more quiet except for the fact that appeared in my vocabulary the word "lesbian" was very difficult to have to label me that way all the time if I had liked the girls and I looked so normal, now I got away with it was not normal was to have a boyfriend I q!
On leaving school I could untie: I cut my hair in countless ways (all female), used a single earring, loose clothing, men's shoes. But I was a lesbian, a proud, at last I had tried to accommodate my reality. I took my life
gay pride through 3rd semester of high school, but a girl transvestite (man-woman) gave me the name of "Joshua" and I felt happy!
men I spoke, I was like a man! Everything was great!
I stopped seeing that group of people after a disappointment in love, met a woman much older than me and being in the depression left me handling.
was like a Barbie to the size! I bought and put all sorts of things too feminine, I did change my way of walking, talking, dressing, everything!
And even in this transformation required (I was like a zombie, let all that), I met my girl, who fell in love with the disguised version.
I have tried the option to put to my partner, in fact I said as a question: "q would do if I decide to become a man?"
"Let you," he responds.
Until now clings to the idea that I am a very butch lesbian, but ... caramba! I pass a mirror and I can not help saying, "That handsome boy!".
And I talk in male, I have interests and desires that every young person to live with his girlfriend has in mind.
secret And now I try to start my transition.
Returning: My exterior is the body of a girl (in quotes because my physique is not exactly what we might call feminine), but I'm in the difficult process of leaving the 2nd closet (as I dubbed).
to visit my friends and just received looks of desire of both boys and girls: the androgyny as an object of arousal.