My entry into school as Shelly, went relatively smoothly. There were a few incidents, mostly of a minor nature and I survived unscathed. I soon had a bunch of friends (girl friends, that is) with whom to play, laugh and have fun.
The sensation of having a transgender (TG) in the school gradually faded. There may have been some fuss which we did not hear about - like parents complaining that 'that freak' was corrupting their precious son or daughter. As far as I know, no kids were pulled out of school because of me.
Of course, we had to consult doctors and so forth and the changeover procedures commenced.
As the years passed, I had a number of boyfriends. I had for some reason, just assumed that as I was a TG, therefore I must be gay. But my associations and sexual encounters with boys, both gay and straight, didn't leave me feeling satisfied. It was a source of puzzlement to me. Lorna, Kate (still my best friends) and I spent many hours talking it over, both seriously and lightheartedly.
I am now 24. I have completed my university degree and am working as a research librarian specialising in the medical area. I met Del (short for Delaine) six months ago. She is a nurse and I told her early on in our friendship that I was TG and she quipped that she was non-TG, but hoped that she wouldn't be discriminated against.
Our friendship evolved and followed that well trodden path of increasing attraction until the cosmic event occurred and we realised that we were madly in love with each other. We are engaged now and intend getting married at the end of the year.
Life is good.
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Shelly
Short StoryThe story of a young boy who discovers, virtually by accident, that he truly wants to live as a girl. (Author's note: I decided to revamp this story in an effort to improve it's presentation. The story itself is virtually unchanged.)
