Thank you girls for taking the time to read my article and I hope your first time out in a public setting like this club I went to was as exciting as my first time out in public!

All too soon, however, it was over. I stayed around a bit longer talking to new friends as well as more of the performers. I thanked them all for making my first time out so special. I drove home riding on a cloud of joy promising myself to make this a regular part of my life going forward.One day, I was alone in the house. My parents had went to a party the night before and both of them were off to work that day. I had a holiday break after completing my school exam. I went into my parent’s bedroom to find if there was any mom’s clothes I could try on. As time went by, I started to sneak into my step mother’s room more often. I tried on her outfits, her makeup and shoes. So, every time I was going to be alone in the house, I would simply dress up. I started to buy outfits, lingerie, hair wigs from online stores and kept everything hidden in my closet.

I really didn’t want to but I did my best. I couldn’t even look him in the eye as I told him “I’m not gay, I don’t want to be a woman, It’s not a kinky thing – it’s just always made me happy. It feels good. It’s fun. I don’t know why. I also don’t know why it’s so “bad” and people hate it” One of the most significant aspects of my journey has been the importance of community and support networks. Connecting with other crossdressers, joining support groups, and engaging in online communities provided a sense of belonging. These networks offered advice, shared experiences, and most importantly, a reminder that I was not alone in my journey. Once all together I headed for the club. I was excited about being out and not at all nervous. I was even able to drive in my heels. Living authentically as a crossdresser has had a positive impact on my life. It’s given me a sense of freedom and self-confidence that I never knew I could have. It’s allowed me to express myself fully and openly, without fear of judgment or rejection. Also often will wear panties and pantyhose at work under my male clothes just for the thrill of it. Or perhaps a butt plug 😉

Remember the first dress I bought in a store. The embarrassment when the man on the till held it up high and shouted across to another store worker to ask the price!! Part of me though is quite thrilled when I think that people suspect.

But there’s still a long way to go, which is why we’re grateful for each new trans narrative that enters the canon — particularly in the form of fiction, an obviously massive category in which trans authors have long been excluded from the mainstream. Charming yet incisive YA like Kacen Callender’s Felix Ever After and Aiden Thomas’s Cemetery Boys are setting trends and redefining expectations for YA readers and writers everywhere. Meanwhile literary novels like Binnie’s Nevada are a breath of fresh air in a convention-bound genre, shedding light on the trans experience while remaining accessible and entertaining to cis readers as well. Where can you read more stories by trans authors? Just then, we heard a loud noise from the bathroom and then the sound of water. We both immediately rushed to the bathroom to see what was happening. The very first thing that I noticed was that water was going all over the floor, and leaking from the top of the washer.Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat. Transgender stories have not always been welcome in the mainstream; indeed, after decades of horrific discrimination, trans authors have shown remarkable resolve, continuing to fight ardently for their voices to be heard. Today, the tides are finally turning in a manner that’s long overdue, with authors like Imogen Binnie and Meredith Russo forging a more hopeful path for trans and cis writers and readers around the world. I liked wearing my Aunt Emily's clothes... What did that mean? Was I Transgender? I thought about it for about an hour, but then stopped. I decided that I would just wait for my clothes to be done and then the feeling would go away. Aunt Emily then walked into the living room and sat on the couch.