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Growing Up TS

At some point I'm going to use this space to write a little essay on what is was like to grow up transgendered in a world that can be mighty unfriendly to someone who is different. For the time being, please look at my transgendered history page for details in this regard.

In the meantime, I'll entertain you (and shock my Mom!) with a little bit of digital photo wizardry.

Here is a photo of me when I was just a little runt. I was so funny-lookin that my folks used to tie a slab of beef around my neck just so the dog would play with me!

Here is a photo of my sister when she was about the same age. She's just a shy bit prettier than I was, wouldn't you say? Luckily for me, at least we were the same dress size and she never kept very good track of her clothes!

Well, just about any good 'ol card carrying transsexual has wondered just what things would have been like if they had been born the proper gender, instead of our usual lot in life. Most of us gender confused folk have the dubious pleasure of mortgaging the house just so we can visit Dr. Frankenfurter for a little fix-her-upper! So in an effort to answer that age old question, "what if...", I've taken a few liberties with the above photos. So now, I present to you...