This was a feeling that I struggled from that day till the day I finally moved far enough away that I felt I could be anyone I dreamed to be. I remember a lot of awkward moments as I built a wardrobe - my early (and clumsy) attempts at make-up, the day I purchased my first wig, heels and breastforms.  I spent hours getting dressed, only to stand at the door of my apartment afraid to venture further.  I still hesitate as I stand at my door before walking out. But my hesitation now is to check my pride behind, check my make-up and myself  to make sure that I am being true to my heart and asking if I am putting my best foot forward.  What I have learned is that I am not alone and that being confident and friendly breaks down a lot of barriers. I smile, look people in the eyes and always look for the opportunity to dispell ignorance about what being TG/CD means.  Pe Proud.  Head up - shoulders back - Smile On! KA

The Story Begins

My story begins one lazy summer afternoon with my playmates when I was about six. Our game required that one of us cross our neighbor's garden making them think that it was my friend's younger sister.  I remember watching my friend exchange play clothes with his sister - as we waited in the shadows of the trees, my friend appeared to be a young girl walking though the garden.  We all thought this was an excellent deception - today I couldn't tell you what its purpose was but what I do remember was that I could not stop thinking of the event.  What I remember now is how I wished that it could have been me. Not just to exchange clothes but to actually be that girl in the garden.