That's a very good question. I guess the best answer at the moment is - I'm not 100% sure yet, but I'm learning a lot about her and very quickly too. One thing I do know for sure is that she's a very lucky girl. Here's her tale -
Steve and the maid outfit
Back in May 2004 there was a very happily married middle-aged, overweight, balding, unshaven guy called Steve. He and his wife, C, decided it would be fun to buy C a maids outfit and a nurses outfit. They were right, but not just in the way they were expecting, there was an added bonus - now called Amanda!
So one day (early June) Steve is at home while C is at work. For some reason Championship Manager doesn't grab his full attention and he's looking for something to keep himself occupied. He finds himself thinking of C's maid outift, and bizarrely decides to try it and see if it fits. It does indeed fit, is quite a turn on, and then he's back to playing Championship Manager ...
That evening when Steve tells C about wearing her maid's outift, C laughs and then "I've got to see you in it. Quick, go put it on". Ta-da, Steve the maid makes his grand entrance and C collapses laughing on the sofa. C finds Steve in the maid's outfit quite a turn on too... and she jokingly suggests "I should buy you a wig to wear with that outfit".
Skirts and a dress
A couple of weeks later Steve finds a bin bag of clothes inside the front door - it's a bag of C's old clothing which she intends donating to a local charity shop. Steve just has to see what's in there - and 'rescues' a couple of pretty tops, two skirts and a dress. He's wearing a skirt and top when C gets home from work. Thankfully she doesn't laugh too much! Though she laughs again when she discovers the bra is 'filled' by balled-up socks.
A couple of evenings of dressing later and Steve realises this isn't a sexual thing any more. He just somehow feels better when dressed. Calmer, more relaxed, it just feels good. C says he seems 'softer' when dressed. Steve says he thinks he's going to continue dressing occasionally. C seems ok with this, but ... "You're not gay are you?", no, "You're not going to get your 'bits' chopped off are you? ", definitely no!
Internet shopping! Steve and C choose a wig and foam breast forms for Steve. An option for "Your femme name?" on the order form. Steve says "Amanda", C wants something more exotic (I forget what exactly) but Steve is adamant "I want to be Randy Mandy!". Which I find rather embarrassing now, to be honest
And so, on June 24th 2004, Amanda was born.
Oh my god WHAT am I doing?
At this stage Steve and Amanda make a conscious decision that they are seperate beings. There's a Steve and an Amanda but not both at once. Now I'm Steve. Now I'm Amanda ...
Now I'm really confused.
Steve thinks - I'm sick, a freak, some kind of weirdo, a pervert. C says no, he's still the same Steve she loves. Amanda is out-voted.
Google to the rescue
Wow! I'm not alone!
So I'm not sick. Nor am I a freak, weirdo or a pervert.
Yes there are other people like me. In fact there seem to be quite a lot of people like me. A lot of nice people, willing to tell their stories and offer advice.
Hey, look! There's me!
Google again, and I'm not only learning about myself, I'm remembering things I'd blanked out years ago.
I'm not only remembering, but begining to understand more fully incidents from my past.
I remember things like mum's pantyhose which somehow
Then there are the 'ordinary' things I did when younger which seem to now have extra significance. Like growing my nails longer than most males I knew. Oh, and my penchant for painting them silver. Yes, the long ear-rings (it was fashionable, I tell ya). The occasional all-over shaving sessions ...
One, not two
So here I am. Call me Steve. Or Amanda. I don't mind, I'm just the one person and I've been called far worse names than those in my time!
Sometimes, though, even I think there's two of me. (Hey, I'm only a few weeks old - cut me some slack
A couple of times I found myself deliberately refraining from making comments which might have sounded too feminine. Like I would give away the game that there is an Amanda! Then I thought - what the hell, it's just me. I'll comment as I want. Which was fine, because (I think) my friends are used to me making comments in my own style.
It's a Steve thing. It's an Amanda thing.
It's just me.
PS
I've been intending to write a 'My Beginnings' for weeks now. I think neither Steve nor Amanda on their own were confident enough to do it. Now I know I'm 'just me', and it's been fun telling you my tale here.
I know I'm a very lucky person to have such a supportive, loving wife as C. I'm lucky to have found this site.
I hope the tale of my beginning was of some interest.
Love and hugs,
Mandy
