Let's begin...
Say it was a nature's mistake. In the late fifties I came to the world - but -
as a boy. It took me some 8 years, since then, to understand that I don't "fit"
into my body. You know...
Of course, harsh times came for me - for reasons like I am living in Eastern Europe, or like behind the Iron Curtain there was no way to get what I was
- and still AM - wishing from all my heart.
Of course, there was no support at all around. Not even from the family. Support for what, you might ask. Well - for the transition. I wanted to do that at an earlier age (though I don't call myelf "old" right now).
I eventually started the transition, around the mid-90's, The beginning was on my own, but after no more than three months of "quiet" resaarch I had to face the law and agree with it, one way or another. In a nutshell, to follow the whole procedure that's supposed to be done in such situations.
Like every other girl, I've been - and still am - encountering the puberty. Oh, these are times when I don't always find what I am looking for - although this is the secret dream of every TS, accomplishing the transition in no time.
I still am living changing times. I only hope that this won't take too long, getting at the point where I always felt I belong.
I'm currently working hard to publish my diary - some sort of saga about all my journey. It will be online, right here, as soon as I'll have it entirely edited.
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