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My earliest memory is lying on the floor of my bedroom. The illustrations of the girls and women in dresses were riveting. There was a feeling of want and fascination that kept me looking for hours. As much as those picture books drew me in, they also haunted me. Something clearly was not right.

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But it was also abundantly clear that any mention of interest in feminine clothing or activities was not acceptable. Not to my mother, sister or family friends. Not to anyone. There was not a lot of tolerance to being different while growing up in the s in La Habra in the middle of Orange County.

After all, I was a boy. I was expected to act like one. Mentioning anything girlish was met with an admonishment. Sometimes it was gentle, other times not so much. These corrections were always served with a dose of shaming. Nothing about being a boy felt natural. I would watch and see what the other boys did, then mimic them.

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I would lie awake at night wondering Why was I this way? When I was 6, I found a string of fake pearls that Mom had tossed. She noticed I was hanging on to these and insisted I throw them away. Being self-schooled in deception, I claimed it was a bandolier of bullets for my plastic Tommy gun.

While pulling it over the barrel, I barked out gunshots. This was bad-assed enough to allow me to keep them, although they had mysteriously disappeared by the next morning. My sister was around 10 when her girlfriends would come over to play Barbie dolls. Tons of girl talk and sharing of outfits for their dolls.

I wanted so badly to in. Naturally, my sister was annoyed. Mom threatened to make me wear a dress and play with them if I did not leave them alone. I did not see a downside in that, but I was sent outside instead. I felt like my survival and acceptance were based on what I could do as a young man. I raced through the requirements in any activity. In Boy Scouts, I completed the Eagle Scout prerequisites so quickly as I turned 14 that the adults discussed whether this was too young to finish the program. I had to be the leader, even when it came to selling new subscriptions to the Fullerton Tribune for my newspaper route.

High grades came easily, as did academic accolades and awards. I never, ever felt I earned or deserved any of them. I truly felt that no one would know the real me. The shame would kill me. I noticed the way girls dressed, moved and spoke. Whenever I saw a pretty woman, the draw to be with her was equally shared by the feeling I wanted to be like her.

No one would ever see me or know. I was raised Catholic and felt this secret of mine would certainly damn me. There was no way I could confess to any of the priests. Who would question a frat guy, right? I had always been attracted to women. I Long beach woman adult married from day show about transvestites and drag queens. It seemed like they were on to something, but I could not ever imagine going out in public dressed as a woman.

Besides, guys from school would drive to Hollywood to harass transvestites. Halfway through college, I sought out psychotherapy in hopes of easing a black depression. After several months of weekly sessions, I finally admitted that I wanted to dress as a woman.

Huge step for me to tell anyone. I had to go to a strip club to get the bad taste out of my mouth. I was totally stunned, I sat up straighter and thought maybe I finally had my answer. It is time to leave this behind. We actually congratulated one another on this incredible achievement.

I then felt free to marry, thinking it was all behind me. A big wedding and big dreams. Somehow, those feminine feelings really did seem to be gone. I could finally step up and have a normal, happy life. It would be five years before the depression returned. By that point, I had two sons I loved deeply, a house and a career in clinical pharmacy. So it was back to therapy with a new female counselor.

This was a devastating diagnosis. I had a wife and family. But it did also feel like a solution. I wanted an honest relationship with my wife. So I asked her to go to my therapist with me. I tried to explain. I stammered and started to cry as I tried to admit that I was a cross-dresser. The muscular surfer. The take-charge person. After listening to my story of a lifetime of struggle, she ran to the bathroom and vomited. My wife got her own therapist.

I rented a tiny office in Costa Mesa to store my wardrobe. I would go there once a month. It felt like I was adrift for 29 days and then would have one day of life. I thought it would work. We had a third son. I found a house a few miles away that was affordable for me and the boys, and we shared custody. I built a hidden closest in the house by walling up an alcove that backed up to the master bedroom.

I installed drywall and a locked door. It looked like a simple access to utilities, nothing that would raise suspicions. All my feminine clothing, makeup and wigs were in there. While being a father and working, I found time to meet other cross-dressers and eventually gave lectures at the local colleges for psych and human sexuality courses.

I did it when I had the house to myself. It very much felt like a double life. Driving out of my garage while dressed as a woman was nerve-racking, as I was still hiding it from everyone. But I also felt like I could breathe. But I still longed for a woman to be my soul mate. I was sinking again in I saw that second therapist again after many years. She asked how it would feel if even one of my boys found out and I lost him. That was Long beach woman adult married from day show knife through my heart.

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She was right. I quit dressing again. Cold turkey. I loved being with my boys and would never let them know. I dated more than women. It was mostly fun, but I was searching for a partner. Many warm, funny and smart women, but none felt just right. And then…. Mika was referred to me for information on a lecture she was preparing. That mutual friend later admitted thinking there might be a potential for romance there as well. I had a pharmacy practice setting up therapeutic IV infusions for patients at home.

She worked as an audiologist testing newborns for hearing loss, and our paths had never crossed. I pulled journal articles and called her back. She suggested I mail them to her. It was love at first sight at least for me. I swear she had an aura or at least the sun shining from behind her as she approached that morning. She mentioned that she had two young boys who played soccer. I discretely asked if Dad enjoyed the soccer and she said he was not in the picture. Be still my heart. And so it flourished. InI was offered a managerial position by the executive director of the outpatient pharmacy department.

It would be a step up in salary and involved supervising the ambulatory pharmacy and staff, where I had been a clinician. I was a very good clinician and loved it. We shook hands. I asked if there was a secret handshake I needed to know, now that I was going to be in the big leagues.

He laughed and said no. But he whispered there was a secret manager dance and promptly demonstrated his version. We laughed. I remember the sunny day, the smell of the redwood. My cellphone rang. It was a coworker.

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They were whispering. Something about a lockdown in the pharmacy. They hung up.

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