Cross-Contamination

As an emerging t-girl, I go through ups and downs… sometimes wondering whether I have gone way too far down the wrong road.

The trouble is finding a pure perspective from which to analyze my true feelings and desires.

She’s Always There

For one thing, every day when I get up, I am greeted in the mirror with a hairless body and face, and long curly locks flowing from my head…

…and I have to ask myself whether I am no longer giving my male self a fair chance to predominate. 

Could it be possible that Janie was just a phase or a mistake, but she lingers on because I can’t shake her because my guy self has now been hidden under pink nighties and soft skin?  I wonder how different I would feel if I cut my hair short and woke up with a beard and in more masculine nightclothes.

Exposure to Exposure

The second problem is the constant exposure to tranny porn online.

It is not that I seek it out, but every single day I get friend requests and emails from people, a significant proportion of whom invariably are sexually motivated and provocatively displayed on their profiles. Unfortunately, there is no way to find the gems without wading through all the crap.

So, through no fault of my own, I end up seeing naked tgirls and sex pictures every day, as well as receiving some salacious prose as well… a minuscule portion of which I’ll have to admit, I find um… distracting.

So, again, if I can’t help being turned on by some of this stuff, does it not skew my perspective, and reinforce a pleasure response to, for lack of a better word, “trannyism” even if womanhood may not be my true calling?

In the end, all I am saying is that I would feel a lot better about being Janie – a lot more confident in my choices – if I could somehow get to a place where my perspective was untainted by these things and then still make the same choice.