by Mitera Nikkou » Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:44 am
I wouldn't know why I wouldn't be honest. ;p At the worst my mind could just be farting up a storm.
As far back as I can be aware of it, there had been an unconscious "click" or something. It took me a decade (plus a tiny bit) just to actually consider, consciously, what I was doing and interested in. I believe that it really began when I first moved to South Carolina, which was when I was just a few days away from becoming eleven. We had been moving our stuff in the house, setting things up, and my sister and I did some goofing around. In one such instance, I released the thing on the trundle when she was laying on it, which made it fall. Well, I thought it looked like fun, so I wanted her to do that for me. However, whether or not this was due to doing it to her as a surprise, I don't know; either way, she set a condition where she wouldn't do it unless she laid one of her dresses on me for the "ride." As cliche would have it (or whatever), the dress was like a prom dress, and pink. I can only suppose that at least some boys would have at least blinked at that, but I didn't; she might as well have not made the condition at all. The thing is, right when she laid it down on me, I felt a peculiar jolt throughout my body, which had lasted for an instant. But it wasn't really until I was twelve, or nearly so, that I began to imagine transformations. And shortly after that I came across a woman's magazine among the filth and mess on the floor, felt intrigued, and I found an ad about estrogen that inspired cross-dressing, changed the nature of the transformations. I had never really thought about it... I never felt "wrong" or "out of place"; I just did it, as if I'd been waiting for the right stimuli all along. That's the best way that I can put it, anyway. Still, even though I had never put any serious thought into what I was doing, I still had a mind to do it in secret. I daresay I've never been much of an "open" thinker... You know, as in not having a need to hear anything in my head to know what I'm thinking about. Subliminal type stuff, I guess.
Anyway, that's pretty much the basis. The cross-dressing I had managed to obliterate (just a few years back) using reason and a lot of self-control. I mean, besides the fact that I had little to no privacy and a short supply of articles that didn't even belong to me, it just seemed like a waste of time; whatever satisfaction I had gotten, I had decided, was just fooling myself. After that I also went back and forth on how I perceived myself: if I was a male, I was just wallowing in the acceptance that nothing, other than my desire, indicated that I was female at all; and when I was female, I had to struggle to convince myself against all sensibility. It didn't make it easy having to conceal it all, to keep it to myself, so... It got to the point where I didn't want to think about it anymore, or at least put any significant weight behind my considerations. To make an already long story short, I had come to MSF wanting to express my feminine side, hoping for an outlet, but, well... I finally began to crack late in '04 and early in '05; I doubt that anyone remembers my long absences. After I got through that, though... I had lost a lot of things. I could no longer consciously care about many things, in particular those that troubled me most at the time. I lost interest in a lot of things, but my determination to stick with MSF created the creature that most recognize me as. I kept abandoning things that were male and female alike (somewhere down the road deciding on being asexual) and, even though I rarely mention any description of my "avatar" these days, people still assume I'm nekkid and all that. The fact is... Right now I see myself more as a presence than as something that can be observed. I've pretty much abandoned all character and have become nothing more than another mind, save for when I decide to toss some facade around for pretense's sake or whatever it is.
Anyway, it just seems to boil down to being too deprived. Substitutes have long since been unable to satisfy. I tried to do without, but it has only made things worse. Although I doubt that things would be any better with the substitutes... I guess that what I can say, is that what I'll say will always be the same: I want to be female (or something equivalent). What has changed, however, is how I hear it when I say it. You know, there's a marked difference with sound between a room that is amply filled and one that is empty. Mine is pretty much empty, and I don't like the hollow sound. It just doesn't sound real... If that makes any sense.
Well, whether if it did or not, I'll leave it at that. I might as well or I'll be tempted to write who knows what else. I've been a bother enough already, I think.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because only women can give two tits for every tat.
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