For the most part, I've never been the type who scares or worries easily. In my school days, this contributed to the trouble I constantly found myself in. Bullies avoided me because I was too much trouble. I rarely shied away from a dare and was outspoken enough to say things people wanted to say but were afraid to.
Why?
Balls of course. Balls are a Transgender MTF's primary distinguishing feature in many ways. This is by necessity. Not only just because without them we'd be girls... but also because in comparison to the terrible fear of your trans nature being exposed, everything else is fairly mundane. Most kids go through their rebellious stage in their teens, while TG's need to start much earlier. They need to know how to stash clothes away from prying mothers, find places and privacy to express themselves, put on make-up and remove it without a trace, read their sisters seventeen mags, and always have a plan for when things go wrong. Always be able to hold your composure when your heart is beating in your ears. Practically from birth, TG's are grown to be devious and ninja like. Ninjas might have a wise old master, but in the days before the BBS or internet, a young TG was primarily a support system of one. No one could know. And when you finally are old enough to venture out, you learn from hard embarrassing mistakes. There's nothing quite like being thrown out of a fitting room... So, if your balls are larger than your shame, you too may have a future as a TG.
When I first started going out in public (way back when), I used to get changed in my car. This had led to several awkward moments with befuddled police officers which I talked my way out of. I used to take the bus to New York get changed in a men's room somewhere and explore the city. I have walked many many miles in badly fitting high heels in Hell's Kitchen (before I knew what Hell's Kitchen was) at all hours. I've seen some REAL seedy clubs and surreal places and people. I've had strange romances. I've been followed and threatened by crazy pimps and crack whores. Yep, it can take balls to be TG. Aside from the moments like these and countless others I've had in skirts, I don't think I've ever had cause to be afraid as a man in my life.
I read recently that TG's are on average slightly more intelligent than most people. I wonder if this has more to do with growing up so devious, having so much adventure and having nothing but your wits to get you in and out of all manner of situations. This also, seems to have some commonalities to profiles of serial killers. No regrets though, I'd rather wear panties than torture animals any day.
These days, I'm hoping to retire my balls and be a normal girl. But I'll always have the memories and maybe some scars.
Why?
Balls of course. Balls are a Transgender MTF's primary distinguishing feature in many ways. This is by necessity. Not only just because without them we'd be girls... but also because in comparison to the terrible fear of your trans nature being exposed, everything else is fairly mundane. Most kids go through their rebellious stage in their teens, while TG's need to start much earlier. They need to know how to stash clothes away from prying mothers, find places and privacy to express themselves, put on make-up and remove it without a trace, read their sisters seventeen mags, and always have a plan for when things go wrong. Always be able to hold your composure when your heart is beating in your ears. Practically from birth, TG's are grown to be devious and ninja like. Ninjas might have a wise old master, but in the days before the BBS or internet, a young TG was primarily a support system of one. No one could know. And when you finally are old enough to venture out, you learn from hard embarrassing mistakes. There's nothing quite like being thrown out of a fitting room... So, if your balls are larger than your shame, you too may have a future as a TG.
When I first started going out in public (way back when), I used to get changed in my car. This had led to several awkward moments with befuddled police officers which I talked my way out of. I used to take the bus to New York get changed in a men's room somewhere and explore the city. I have walked many many miles in badly fitting high heels in Hell's Kitchen (before I knew what Hell's Kitchen was) at all hours. I've seen some REAL seedy clubs and surreal places and people. I've had strange romances. I've been followed and threatened by crazy pimps and crack whores. Yep, it can take balls to be TG. Aside from the moments like these and countless others I've had in skirts, I don't think I've ever had cause to be afraid as a man in my life.
I read recently that TG's are on average slightly more intelligent than most people. I wonder if this has more to do with growing up so devious, having so much adventure and having nothing but your wits to get you in and out of all manner of situations. This also, seems to have some commonalities to profiles of serial killers. No regrets though, I'd rather wear panties than torture animals any day.
These days, I'm hoping to retire my balls and be a normal girl. But I'll always have the memories and maybe some scars.
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