By Anonymous

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So, I started out as a little kid who loved to play pretend. I went from being a space person one day to a princess the next (I'm a guy). So, you know, I just kept going. In preschool, it wasn't seen as weird when I played with a dress, everyone did it. Then, I hit the upper grades, and the dresses had to stop. So, I grew out of the dresses, but heels and makeup couldn't stop. I wore them all the time. Up until the third grade. Then, I had to act like a guy, be a man, don't cry, you know, the usual. Just last year, I came out as gay. It felt good. Now I could let everyone know I like guys.

Went through a heart break with my first kiss, that sucked. He played my feelings really bad. Well, then I got into acting. And, my high school did Little Shop of Horrors. I was cast as a street urchin. I was supposed to be the only guy, but the moves were to girly, and all the lines were super sassy. I decided to be a girl for that show. I wore a wig, makeup, heels, a dress, flats, you name it, I probably wore it. After that, I started questioning myself. I asked myself if I liked it. I always liked pretending to be a girl, but not in front of an audience, and not 4 times in a row. So, I thought for weeks. And I realize, I always looked at girl clothes before guys when I bought stuff for myself. I always search for purses, and heels. I like makeup, and I love dresses and the different designs they come in. I loved being a girl those 4 nights, and having to fawn with the other urchins over Seymour. It was so much fun.

I am transgender, and it took me awhile to understand that. My mom questioned me a lot, asking if I wanted to be a girl. And I always said no. But I love to pretend to be a girl when I am alone. I love to pretend that I have a baby with the guy of my dreams. I love to pretend that I am super hot, with the most beautiful hair. And it was all while being a girl. And so, now I am looking into being a girl, and I'll be straight, and I will be me. And I will be happy. I won't have to wear uncomfortable clothing anymore. No more getting told that I can't shave my legs. No more getting told to stop worrying about facial hair. I can be me now. And I am really glad.