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Often I wonder how one little word gained such power in my life. That one word of course is “she.”
From my youngest days I also wondered how magical it would be to be called the she word. It never happened. As life went on and I became a little more advanced in looking feminine, I dreamed of getting out of the mirror and into the world as a feminine person. Many, many times the mirror would lie to me and not let on to me how much farther I would have to go to achieve my goal. Plus the only time I was sneaking out of the house as a girl was when I snuck out a few times to walk down our longish driveway to the mailbox.
Time went on and I stubbornly kept working on my craft…applying makeup and finally in my college days I gathered my courage to leave the house at night and drive to a local shopping center to see if I could see my reflection in the windows of the stores. A few I could and I was thrilled and encouraged at the sight. Still though, it was a lonely experience and there was no one to call me “she”. I would have to wait many more years for it to happen.
Next up were my Army days and it wasn’t in the drill sergeants’ vocabulary to call me she. Even my rather successful Halloween appearances as a woman weren’t good enough to earn me the title.
It wasn’t until I began to become very serious about my appearance and experimenting…
