In Praise of My FTM Brothers
Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 1:29 pm
Sit back, relax, and loosen your high heels or untie your wing-tips, and get ready for another potentially confusing story from me.
Where ever you are on spectrum -- from FTM crossdressing to FTM transitioning --- I love and admire you guys! This girl is 100% supportive of you and in awe of your bravery.
I am friends with a guy I'll call "J". J is a female to male transsexual. Now, J, hasn't transitioned or been on T (that's testosterone in the parlance of my FTM bros.). In other words, J is man who thrugh no fault of his own had an still has a vagina.
Insert note here: Why does it not surprise some of you that I would have such a man as a friend? I call proof positive that the world is truly in balance. Oh the story I could tell you about the time I took him shopping back when we first met. It was like a girlfriend totally outfitting her boyfriend. It was a truly fun day.
My female to male TS friend went to a few crossdressing get-togethers with me and heard stuff like "Why would anyone want to wear those!" The experience made him feel totally marginalised by gender variant society. I have held him in my arms as he cried, real tears of sadness.
Anyway -- he was getting married to, ah, hmmm, a guy named "P". I warned you that this gets confusing. I'll wait here if you need to go away and think this one out.
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Ah good --- you're back. The story so far involves me, a girl with a penis, J, a guy with a vagina, and P, a guy with a penis. and P and J are getting married. Oh, and its 1992 or so.
Anyway, J asks me to DJ at their wedding. As both P and J's parents don't know the whole story, I have to appear somewhat normal. Well, normal for me was androgynously girly. So, I'm wearing girls black trousers, a tuxedo shirt with a brooch instead of a tie, a short tuxedo jacket (my own, not rented), eyeliner and shadow, and my bra straps in ghostly view when I took the jacket off.
--as an aside:
J's brother just so happens to be gay. (No -- I will not call him B and make this story about P,B, and J). Fact is I don't remember his name. He was quite effeminate. And he was cute. And yes, he was flirting with me like crazy!
I totally loved it! I thanked him for the attention and did somewhat break his heart by refusing his advances. -- here endeth that lesson ---
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Several years later, the early 2000s, I did meet a tomboy lesbian in her 20s and her girlfriend Sparky. We are friends to this day. Trap and Sparky CD as guys. I will admit that I came on to Trap quite a bit. I did so much love flirted with her, albeit online. She knew how I wanted to find a girl like her, and let me down easy as far as saying -- well, almost like her because apart from being a lesbian, she was what I was longing for, for it was back in the day when my lust-filled dreams and stories drove me toward such things. She helped me to discover that what I really wanted was a girl who was just like me, str8 and crossdressed. The rest is happy romantic history.
So when my wife flirts with me when she is dressed as a guy, and I'm dressed as a girl --- I get all soft and gooey inside. Cue the k d lang music here (Miss Chatelaine):
Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine
Just a sigh just a sigh
Words my love just reply
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Miss Chatelaine
Hugs
Toni-Lynn
Where ever you are on spectrum -- from FTM crossdressing to FTM transitioning --- I love and admire you guys! This girl is 100% supportive of you and in awe of your bravery.
I am friends with a guy I'll call "J". J is a female to male transsexual. Now, J, hasn't transitioned or been on T (that's testosterone in the parlance of my FTM bros.). In other words, J is man who thrugh no fault of his own had an still has a vagina.
Insert note here: Why does it not surprise some of you that I would have such a man as a friend? I call proof positive that the world is truly in balance. Oh the story I could tell you about the time I took him shopping back when we first met. It was like a girlfriend totally outfitting her boyfriend. It was a truly fun day.
My female to male TS friend went to a few crossdressing get-togethers with me and heard stuff like "Why would anyone want to wear those!" The experience made him feel totally marginalised by gender variant society. I have held him in my arms as he cried, real tears of sadness.
Anyway -- he was getting married to, ah, hmmm, a guy named "P". I warned you that this gets confusing. I'll wait here if you need to go away and think this one out.
------
Ah good --- you're back. The story so far involves me, a girl with a penis, J, a guy with a vagina, and P, a guy with a penis. and P and J are getting married. Oh, and its 1992 or so.
Anyway, J asks me to DJ at their wedding. As both P and J's parents don't know the whole story, I have to appear somewhat normal. Well, normal for me was androgynously girly. So, I'm wearing girls black trousers, a tuxedo shirt with a brooch instead of a tie, a short tuxedo jacket (my own, not rented), eyeliner and shadow, and my bra straps in ghostly view when I took the jacket off.
--as an aside:
J's brother just so happens to be gay. (No -- I will not call him B and make this story about P,B, and J). Fact is I don't remember his name. He was quite effeminate. And he was cute. And yes, he was flirting with me like crazy!
I totally loved it! I thanked him for the attention and did somewhat break his heart by refusing his advances. -- here endeth that lesson ---
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Several years later, the early 2000s, I did meet a tomboy lesbian in her 20s and her girlfriend Sparky. We are friends to this day. Trap and Sparky CD as guys. I will admit that I came on to Trap quite a bit. I did so much love flirted with her, albeit online. She knew how I wanted to find a girl like her, and let me down easy as far as saying -- well, almost like her because apart from being a lesbian, she was what I was longing for, for it was back in the day when my lust-filled dreams and stories drove me toward such things. She helped me to discover that what I really wanted was a girl who was just like me, str8 and crossdressed. The rest is happy romantic history.
So when my wife flirts with me when she is dressed as a guy, and I'm dressed as a girl --- I get all soft and gooey inside. Cue the k d lang music here (Miss Chatelaine):
Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine
Just a sigh just a sigh
Words my love just reply
I can't explain why I've become
Miss Chatelaine
Miss Chatelaine
Hugs
Toni-Lynn