And that sounds like a cue for a song from one of my all time favorite bands, The Velvet Underground.
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Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now
Here she ever comes now now

She ever comes now now
She ever comes now
Oh Oh, it looks so good
Oh Oh, She's made out of wood
Just look and see
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The reason for saying ‘here she comes’ is that Davinia is finally fighting her way into existence, to be the caring woman David had always wanted to be and almost totally ruined his life by not becoming.

Last week I told my mother of my life long dream of being a girl and she said she was OK with it so long as it didn’t hurt me, or any others. To say I was ‘gobsmaked’ was far to mild a word for how I felt. I was also incredibly relived, but will she still the same when she sees her only son fully made up wearing a skirt?

Then the next day I went to see my doctor and told him of my lifelong dream, again he was very accepting and is referring me to the nearby gender clinic. Two of the most worrying people to tell told within one week and positive feedback from both! Not a bad start for a girl just starting out in life???
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That appeared back in March and things have barely moved since then! I can certainly understand girls taking the ultimate way out of our situation if this how quickly things move, or rather don't!

Anyway below is another, I think, superb track from The Velvet Underground about what in many ways all we girls could aspire to be, a 'Femme Fatale.'

With thanks to Shania Twain for yet another corny video link into a blog! (come on you can tell me if this is getting too boring! I won't cry ... much!!) When I rediscovered this video tonight after maybe 10 year of last hearing it I suddenly discovered the hidden meaning to the chorus.

It's true! Every single day in every possible way my feminine side is getting stronger. Even as I walk down the street in my imagination I can feel my skirts brushing against my legs, I can almost taste my lipstick, smell my perfume and feel my handbag on my shoulder! I still have a very long way before I am one, but inside ... MAN!! I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!!!

Having spent a lifetime being a purely hero-sexual male it constantly amazes me that it is quite possible I may become a purely hero-sexual girl. This does of course mean I am starting to look at men in a slightly different way, I will probably soon start fancying them and before too long want to be bedded by them. This could hopefully, as I don't think I'm that kind of girl, lead to marriage!!

Looking for another song, I came across the song above, and it straight away bought out the woman in me!! (It would probably have gone weak at the knees, but I'm laid in bed, it made me go all weepy any way.) The song is called, '(Today I met) The Boy I'm Gonna Marry'. I hope each and everyone of you girls find the right boy or girl for you,

As a male my surname was Hill, so I suppose Phoebe's father's comment in his speech was quite 'entertaining', indeed 21 years later I remember it as if it was yesterday. However, about ten years ago I did do jury service and ended up as the Jury Forman (I hope they’ve now changed the term!!) I got to say “Guilty” to a woman we had to 'find on’ in court and judging by the way she broke down I would think she remembers my words in court! The difference being with good behavior she will have only been imprisoned for a few years I have carried my ‘punishment for over 20 years (My nickname in court was 'Hang 'em High Hill'.)

After the pub on that night we kissed and cuddled on her friend sofa, but it went no further. It was only a few days later that I saw her again and lost my virginity. As other girls will no doubt have experienced to enjoy (she lied) the most intimate of times I imagined that it was me getting made love to by the man I was, which I suppose could be described as the ultimate out of body experience!

We carried on dating (I hate that term), and it was during that time I reached one of the 'top of the world moments' that really means you have lived life. I had spent two years at art collage in Newcastle and decided I wanted to be an Advertising Copywriter. (They come up with ideas for advertisements for TV, press and radio etc.) I didn't like the idea of living in London, being a country girl at heart, so I looked for a job in the North. I ended up getting what was probably one of the best junior jobs outside London and should have been set for life whatever my sex.

The names have been changed on this letter to protect the girl's identity, but I thought you may be interested to see what 'delights!!' girls like us had to endure to become who we actually are. It also appears as if there are attempts being made to discredit transsexuality as an 'illness':
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Dear XXXXXXXXXXX

I am nearly XX and I experienced these reparative therapies when they
were the conventional approach to treating gender variance in
Britain.

When I was 11 I told a district nurse that I was a girl and that led
to my being forcibly injected with testosterone. Forcibly as in
pinned to a table screaming until I passed out. Not once but on six
separate occasions. I that achieved was to integrate into my brain
was recurring nightmares that lasted until I transitioned!

When I was 42 I again asked help of the kind you seem to greatly
approve of. No enforced drug regime this was the modern world or
talking therapies. What that meant was to sit with a psychiatrist
who put on the table a piece of paper he said that `lets approach
this by agreeing you're a man and then we can write on the paper all
the issues that disturb you about masculinity'. Then we would both
sign it and discuss the issues. I said but Iam a women and for the
next three thirty minute appointments that piece of paper remained
blank and the psychiatrists mood became ever more combative and
assertive that I am a man. The atmosphere had more in keeping
with `the interrogation scene' in a very badly scripted crime movie
as he battered on about this and I would not consent to his initial
premise. Eventually at the end of the third appointment I asked him
if he would refer me for surgery (ok I hadn't heard of blanket bans
then) he said `no surgeon would agree to this because that is
mutilation' and expressed the opinion that I was perhaps I had
homosexual tendencies. Oh and he discharged me with no follow up. I
had gone into the first meeting blissfully assuming that I would be
helped to transition and came out and had a nervous breakdown that I
took years to get over.

Mr XXXXXXX I finally transitioned four years ago and since then in
XXXXXXXXXXXX I have fought and will continue fight everything that
your medieval attitudes represent. They are no more likely to work
than the diligent efforts of the Papal Inquisition to truly bring
about the recantation of heretics. Repression and intimidation
cannot work against those with courage and the absolute certainty
about their gender identity which are the men and women whom I have
the honour to know.

Mr XXXXXXX I am sure there is a place for you in society, if not as Ms
XXXXXXXX secretary then maybe administering the healthcare system
for transsexual's in XXXXXXX where you will find like minded people.

XXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX
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There really has never been a better time to be a girl, but it appears some may be out to stop us!!

Well, I suppose you could say this problem is somewhat 'rocky' and things can be a bit of a 'horror'.

As you may well have noticed, for some reason a lot of the girls on here and on other TS sites, are based in the USA. Nothing wrong there you may think, except for the fact that the USA is several hours behind Great Britain where I live.

Tonight I was busy chatting to several girls on Gender Life when I suddenly realised it was well past midnight, when I had a busy day in the morning. No doubt the other girls would have gone on chatting for quite a while where I could have learnt such a lot which may have helped my own transition.

Sadly I was once again a victim of the Trans-Atlantic 'time-warp' and the call of my bed was just too strong!!!