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Hello, I'm Aimee a young t-something from the UK. This blog charts my exploration of certain things that are of interest to me, most notably exploring my femininity and my interest in BDSM and all that fun stuff. Please enjoy my blog and let me know any thoughts and comments you have.

Thursday 16 April 2009

Coming Out (a little more)

Well it's been too long since my last update so I'll just spend a little time bringing you up to date with how things are going currently. In the last month I've been getting increasingly comfortable with myself as transgender and as a subbie and even told my mum that I was TG!

It had been something I had been meaning to do for a while but it never seemed to be the right time to do it. I would by lying if I said that the opportunity had never presented itself before, it had, but it was always easier to crack a joke, or make an excuse and walk away then to come out with it.

Alot of my friends seem to have been coming out to their parents or otherwise moving on in life as tg and to be honest I was worried that I would get left behind. At times I felt like a bit of a fake, claiming I was tg without ever having the courage to do anything about it. One of my friends (who recently had her op herself) seemed to ask me if I'd come out to my mum at the start of every conversation. Maybe I told my mum just to get this girl off my case :)

It's all really the fault of mascara. I have quite light eye lashes, and so, even with extensive scrubbing it seems that the mascara stains my lashes if i put too much on. I'd come back a few times and tried to ignore/avoid my parents' questions as best as I could. Anyway I came back one day with someone on and my mum (eagle eyed as she is) noticed. I forget her exact words but it was something like "Is there something you want to tell me?"

I thought "What the hell?" and decided that it was better to tell her now. I think it was a bit of a curve ball really. If I'd told her I was gay I think she would have taken it in her stride, but when I told her I was tg she was like "so what does that mean?"

What does it mean? I don't really know to be honest and when I try to explain things like that I always end up tying myself in knots. I managed to muddle though some hope but I still don't think it's settled in for her. I showed her a picture of my dressed and she said I looked very pretty which was nice :)

Not really sure what to make of it at the moment. She asked a couple of questions over the next few days and interrogated my brother a bit after I told her he knew about it, but over the last couple of weeks she's not said very much. Still, better that she knows as it gives me a little more freedom hopefully and I feel that I'm not a closet cowering cross dresser.