On Sunday, Lily and I were together again, and we went for another walk. While at the theater, Lily noticed a movie she wanted to see. Since movie theaters are dark, I agreed to go, though I hadn't considered that there would be a lot of light before the film started.
I would have to gain more confidence in public. Lily said I looked fine, and no one would have guessed I was a man. Indeed, no one seemed to pay attention.
I had my first electrolysis session on Wednesday, which I would need to continue every week for at least the next 2 years. My sister came to visit again on Thursday, just one week before Christmas. After a brief conversation, she suddenly became serious.
I called her to cancel, but she had already left. Though she was clearly disappointed, when she arrived, she said she could relate to my fear. She suggested that we still go out, but I would go as a man.
I was relieved that getting ready for a night out as a man didn't take nearly as long as it did for women, so my girlfriend didn't have to wait too long, and we could enjoy the night right away. We entered my bedroom as soon as we got home, and since Lily had packed a bag to stay with us, we had the entire night ahead of us. I noticed the look in her eyes when I put on my wig, female underwear, and breast forms.
It was worth it for that glow. For the first time in a long while, I didn't wake up alone on Sunday morning. Naturally, I dressed as a woman again.
This time in casual jeans and a sweater. We cuddled and spent the day together. Lily even got me outside for a walk before it got too dark, which boosted my confidence since everything went smoothly.
The day went by far too quickly, but at least my girlfriend had agreed to accompany me to the support group meeting on Thursday, so we'd have another chance to be together. The voice training tape arrived on Tuesday, and I began using the lessons right away. Later that evening, the doorbell rang unexpectedly.
I was dressed as a woman when I opened the door, as I usually was now. When my friends came over, they typically called first, so I wasn't sure whether I should open the door. I felt apprehensive, but I reminded myself that it would eventually come out anyway.
I was happy to see my sister when I opened the door and had to tell her everything that had happened over the past 2 weeks. She complimented how I looked and was pleased with how things were going. She offered her help again, but by that point, I had all the support I needed.
Thursday arrived and I needed to get ready for the support group. I decided to wear a casual dress and flat pumps, aiming for a feminine look without going overboard. Lily liked what I chose, but I was anxious when it was time to leave.
I would have to leave during the day, meet people as a woman, and speak in a deep voice. Nevertheless, I knew they would understand because they had similar experiences. We drove off and when we arrived, I had to enter the meeting room.
Lily held my hand to calm me down. Many women and a few men were already there. The majority of the men looked boyish, and many of the women were clearly crossdressers.
The ages ranged from 20 to 50, and the attire ranged from casual to evening wear. "Hello, you two must be new here," one woman greeted us. Thank you, I replied, my voice not quite feminine.
I think we called last week. I'm Leah and this is my girlfriend Lily. We're a pretty mixed group today, she said.
And then we were told that the meeting would include a lecture on beard removal methods followed by some discussion and then most of us would head to a bar for a nice evening out. The lecture was informative. It seemed that the new laser treatments were still not as effective as conventional electrolysis and I got contact details for a reputable electrolysis clinic.
After the meeting, we went to a nearby bar with the other members. Despite knowing I might be identified as a man, especially if I spoke, I felt comfortable and at ease with the group. The conversation was enjoyable and informative.
I got recommendations for a therapist, an endocrinologist, and other places to check out. Some even invited me to join them on Saturday. I agreed, and this time I would truly go out as a woman since I had already received compliments on my appearance.
The evening ended early as the next day was a work day. Given that Christmas was just 2 weeks away, the next support group meeting would be in 4 weeks. I scheduled appointments with the recommended therapist and electrolysis specialist.
Due to a cancellation, I could see the electrolysis specialist the following Wednesday, but the therapist wouldn't be available until January 5th. Although my Saturday night out as a woman had been enjoyable, I ran into a neighbor on the stairs as I was leaving my apartment. He gave me a strange look, but said nothing.
That kind of reaction was bound to happen eventually. On Sunday, Lily and I were together again, and we went for another walk. While at the theater, Lily noticed a movie she wanted to see.
Since movie theaters are dark, I agreed to go, though I hadn't considered that there would be a lot of light before the film started. I would have to gain more confidence in public. Lily said I looked fine, and no one would have guessed I was a man.
Indeed, no one seemed to pay attention. I had my first electrolysis session on Wednesday, which I would need to continue every week for at least the next 2 years. My sister came to visit again on Thursday, just one week before Christmas.
After a brief conversation, she suddenly became serious. I had received congratulations from a woman I had met before who praised my courage. Over the past few weeks, I had spent most of my time at home in women's clothes, but now I was starting to go out in public as a woman more frequently.
By this point, I had done a lot of research and even spoken to a few people who had seen this particular therapist. I knew what kind of questions to expect and what she would want to hear. My appointment with the therapist came on January 5th, and I was eager to get a recommendation for hormones as soon as possible.
Although I was initially nervous, she quickly calmed me down, reassuring me that she was there to help and not to judge. That reassurance was a significant factor in helping me feel at ease. I wore a stylish business suit and high heels for the meeting.
Since I had always been small-framed and had experienced bullying in school, I decided to be honest with her, sharing the truth about myself. Though I kept the deeper reasons for my need to transition to myself, she seemed impressed with my natural appearance and my determination. She was supportive of the steps I had taken, including the support group, electrolysis, and the backing of my family and girlfriend.
I explained that I had always felt out of place, but now spending more time as a woman, I was starting to feel better. I hadn't expected it, but I was grateful for how things were progressing. We scheduled my next consultation for February 9th, and she wished me luck as I left.
The next day, I had my second electrolysis session, which would now be a regular appointment on Tuesdays and Saturdays. The Thursday following was another support group meeting where I reconnected with my new transgender friends. Even though I no longer felt I needed as much support, I continued attending to meet up with friends and offer support to others.
The following Tuesday, I saw an endocrinologist about hormones. For weeks earlier, I had just started taking my first steps as a woman in public, but now I had made significant progress. Many people noticed the changes in me as well.
It was time to tell my friends who I hadn't seen much lately due to my time spent with Lily and living more as a woman. When I revealed the truth about my transition, most of them were surprised but supportive. A few, however, rejected my decision.
Some had already met Lily and assumed she was the reason for my change. I knew there would be some losses along the way, but I was prepared for it. I didn't want to live two separate lives.
I also planned to transition at college as soon as possible, though I didn't have enough space to host it myself. I invited my friends to a bar, offering to pay for the first two rounds of drinks. Since my birthday was approaching, I decided to make that day my official transition date, combining it with my transition party.
The real life test would officially begin on February 14th, 2023. But since I didn't plan on surgery, it didn't matter when I started. There were still some things to take care of, starting with legally changing my name.
The process was easier than I expected. I simply filled out a form and provided a letter from my doctor confirming that I was receiving treatment for gender dysphoria and needed to live as a woman. I was told my new driver's license would arrive in 4 to 6 weeks.
I also spoke with a student counselor at college and he assured me there wouldn't be any issues with my transition. I could attend classes as a woman while waiting for my driver's license to be updated, and I'd need to wait a bit longer before I could change the rest of my documents. On February 9th, I had my second session with my therapist where I just updated her on my life and the changes I was about to make at college.
Since I didn't need further counseling at the moment, we agreed that I would see her again in 6 months. Finally, my birthday arrived. To be on the safe side, I informed my teachers about the changes coming up.
Lily, who usually worked on Saturdays, took the day off so we could celebrate. She kissed me awake and served me breakfast in bed, then gave me my birthday gift. It was a beautiful set of clothing, a stunning red teddy with black trim and garters, matching underwear, and black seamemed stockings.
It was the perfect start to the rest of my life as a woman. Lily insisted that I wear it on my birthday. By then, my hair had grown long enough to be styled more femininely, although it was still quite short.
I had an appointment at the butician for four. And even though I had become quite skilled at applying my own makeup, I knew a professional could do it much better. For the party that night, I wore my new clothes, seamemed stockings, a tight black dress that ended at mid thigh, and my 4-in black heels.
When I looked in the mirror before leaving, I felt beautiful. I wanted to make a lasting impression on my friends, and it seemed to work. Many of my male friends couldn't help but stare at my features, while my female friends complimented my appearance.
Few people had met me before, and I had been dressed casually when they visited me at home in the days following my coming out. After the transition, my relationships with my friends changed. Before I was close with the men, but now most treated me differently.
The change was more positive with the women. I became much closer to them and most of them began to accept me as one of them. I was happy that my old friends accepted me as well as the new friends I had made from the support group.
The event continued to rank as one of my favorite memories. 2 days later, I attended class for the first time as a woman. It wasn't shocking as most people who knew me had already heard about my transition.
I wore the same jeans, sweater, and flat shoes as before, but my clothing now had a more feminine feel to it. With my new haircut and some makeup, my face looked different. Thankfully, the day was relatively uneventful, and I had become just another young woman.
By March, we were still unsure of how to tell Lily's family about my existence. The only time I still gave the impression of being a man was when I visited them since we spent most of our time together and Lily often stayed at my apartment. She didn't really live with her family anymore.
So, the idea of them rejecting her was no longer a concern. Then, Rebecca came to visit and gave us another vision. Since we weren't yet ready for a baby, Lily decided to take the pill, but my sister's vision suggested that wasn't enough.
A few days later, a pregnancy test confirmed that we were expecting a baby due December 14th. I had always wanted to start a family, and now I had even more motivation. I asked Lily if she wanted to marry me, and she said yes.
We decided to get married on June 20th, 2 weeks after I graduated, so I wouldn't have to worry about planning during finals, and Lily wouldn't show too soon. After 5 months of hormones, I'd probably start showing, but it didn't matter as we both planned to be dressed for our wedding day. The only remaining issue was informing my future in-laws.
When we visited them, I first told them about the wedding, which they were happy about since they still saw me as the ideal son. Then came the news of the baby, which also brought them joy. But when I revealed I was living as a woman, it initially shocked them and things quickly turned hostile.
Before we could explain, Lily's father threw me out. As she left with me, we had hoped that things would improve, but they didn't. We were both devastated as we sat in the car afterward, crying together.
Life went on, and a few weeks later, we managed to speak with Lily's mother. After some explanation, she was able to accept my decision. Unfortunately, her husband refused to speak to me and wouldn't discuss me with his daughter.
Weeks passed and I received my graduation certificate in the name of Leah. I had 2 weeks of free time to prepare for the wedding followed by one week for our honeymoon. I had found a job at a bank starting July 1st.
The wedding was special with not just one but two beautiful brides. Even Lily's mother came and saw me as a woman for the first time. She appeared to fully accept me and even gave me compliments.
The only downside was that Lily's father still couldn't accept me and skipped his daughter's wedding. The highlight of the day was the wedding night. After our week-long honeymoon at Niagara Falls, life seriousness began to settle in.
My new job at the bank was set to begin soon. Someone had to work to support our small but growing family. On that particular day, November 3rd, 2023, I couldn't help but think back to Rebecca's prediction, the day I would die.
However, I was confident it wouldn't come true. After all, I was now a woman, and if I passed away, it would be Leah, not Logan, on my gravestone. I had been working at the bank for 4 months and had been living full-time as a woman for over 8 months.
Lily's pregnancy was progressing well and her growing belly was becoming quite noticeable. Life was good. Then, as I was discussing a client's investments, two masked, armed men burst into the bank.
They quickly disarmed the security guard and told everyone to remain calm, assuring us that nothing would happen. I hoped that was true, but I immediately activated the silent alarm. We were forced to sit against the wall while one of the tellers collected the money for them.
The sound of police sirens reached us as the robbers attempted to flee, but they didn't get far. They took us hostage, demanding an escape vehicle and $2 million in cash. It took time to arrange their getaway, and the police likely delayed them further.
The robbers grew more agitated as time passed. One of them finally snapped, walking over to us while on the phone. I overheard him say, "I've had enough of this.
I'll show you I'm not to be messed with. " He then raised his gun, pointed it at me, and said, "I bet you don't think I'll do it. " He turned to the person next to me, and told him to stand up, then directed him toward the entrance.
He shot him. At that moment, it was clear I might have been his next target, but being a woman seemed to deter him. Though I was relieved to still be alive, someone else had to take the hit in my place.
I had no control over what happened next. Suddenly, I heard more gunshots, but they weren't from the robbers. The police had finally stormed the bank.
The first robber shot the victim and in the chaos, the police took advantage of the situation, killing the remaining robbers. The robbers were gone, but the person they shot was still alive, though seriously injured. An ambulance was waiting outside, and they quickly rushed him to the hospital.
We were lucky to escape physically unharmed, though the emotional shock was intense. While I was relieved no one had to die because of me, I couldn't help but believe that had I still been a man, I likely would have been shot and wouldn't have survived. It's now Christmas 2023, and I'm sitting in front of the tree with my wife, sister, and mother, just as Rebecca had seen in her vision.
We're all overjoyed. Our beautiful daughter is sleeping soundly in her bed, even though she was born 2 weeks early. Since then, she has flourished.
Lily is working hard to regain her pre-preg weight and is making great progress. Although my father-in-law still refuses to accept me, I remain hopeful that he will eventually come around. My relationship with my mother-in-law has greatly improved.
She even visits us regularly in our new home. We've moved into a three-bedroom apartment with space for another child if we choose to expand our family. My small apartment was never large enough for three of us.
I could technically go back to being a man now that the original motivation for my transition has passed. But I actually enjoy my life the way it is now, and going back would likely be more difficult than continuing on this path. I have no desire to return to being a man, as I don't miss it at all.
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