Femboy to Translady

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Originally Posted by hankhavelock

No, I don't have any sexy b4 or after pics... but be a bit deeper here, pal... this is a very normal (and often painful) process of a boy finally and step wise having his/her guts to go through with the inevitable transsition. Very often with ridicule from family and socalled friends.

I dig the hornyness people can get from all this, but in all fairness, this is a serious aspect that deserves more than just "huar huar... he/she is sexy... me want his/her dick if wifey is not watching..."

The transsitional period is the one of total vulnerability. This is where the major step is taken. This is where the angst is enormous. And bear in mind that many transsexuals do this at a rather young age where they don't have the stamina, the wisdom or the thick skin needed to cope with all the hate they meet.

So that's why I cannot just sit back and get horny over pics of young femboys - I know what they are going through. They deserve respect and support. They are dealing with gender identification issues more than sexual issues.

And here we are, just dealing with "how sweet a little she-cock she has..." Let's whip up our empathy, guys... trust me, the ladies need more than our horny fascination... they need so much more... and they deserve so much more.

Once you finally get a transsexual girlfriend or just a transsexual friend, then you will realize the pain, the beauty and the diversity that transsexuality is really and truly. And then you will truly be blessed!

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Hank, this is the BEST! I hate to toss cold water on conversations, but...
The period where most guys would call "femboy" for me was HORRID. This would have been the point where I couldn't easily hide my changing body, was losing most of my friends, stopped talking to my parents, and almost dropped out of college because I couldn't take the constant ridicule.

There were great times during this period, my developing body, new love, my blossoming sexuality, seeing a physical representation that matched how my mind expected my body to be, the first time I freaked out because my oestrogen levels were WAY to high, buying my first bra, being called "miss" by strangers.. all wonderful things.

But for every validation and good thing that happened during this period there were an equal number of not so great things that happened that undermined my identity, made me feel like a freak, forced me to "prove" what I knew to be truth was indeed truth, assumptions and accusations about my motivations, and people generally being shits.