The story thus far...

There once was a child that was seemingly like all the rest of the boys. They roughhoused, they yelled, they were good friends with the boys of the neighborhood and did other things that little boys were suppose to do. Nobody realized that this child was struggling internally, not even their closest friends. Nobody knew that in this child's head were two voices battling it out for control.These two voices tormented the child to no end and confused them greatly.

One of the voices was very deep, low, for lack of a better term the stereotypical male voice in what and how it said things to the child. The other was was higher, much less deep and for lack of a better term the stereotypical female voice in what and how it said things to the child. These two voices would fight about what the child really was. Were they a boy or a girl? The male voice said: "HES a boy, HE has a cock therefore HE is a boy!" The female voice said: "SHES a girl, SHE thinks like a girl therefore SHE is a girl!" Day in, day out these two voices would fight and cause great confusion for the poor child.

The child knew from the get go which voice was louder and made more sense to them and that was the female voice. Though the child did what, stereotypically speaking, little boys did, they always felt like they would rather be doing things the way the girls did or even find a new way all together. Either way, the child knew that the male voice was wrong and that the female voice was much more correct on most issues. Evey now and then, the male voice would get control and be louder and more clear than the female, but this was EXTREMELY rare. The child even said out loud one time, that the female voice would end up the victor in the end.

Years past as the two voices continue to argue and fight over this poor child. Sometimes the voices lead the child to do things that they would never do otherwise and that are rather painful to admit. Things like hurting their crotch area with a high heeled shoe, going into their mothers closet and wearing her clothes, even stealing some of their mothers clothes. Most of the time the female voice was in control and compelled the child to do these things. The end would be the same every time, as the child would up feeling guilty about what they did and get rid of the clothes.

The child's school work didn't suffer for the child because of this, quite the opposite actually. The child dove into school in order to get away from their thoughts. They tried to live life normally, but could never do it. The two voices just waited until the child wasn't working on anything for school and then pounced and made them think about the issue of whether they were a boy or a girl. For the child diving into school work helped until they reached their sophomore year of high school.

With the help of someone the child met during that year, the female voice won out and the boy voice died the day she won. The child now had an identity as a female and thought of HER self as such. The boy was dead and 16 days after her 17th b-day, this knew found girl on the inside, started the process of becoming that girl on the outside. BEST day of her life! For awhile the girl was happy. She started college as a girl and people generally accepted her for who she is despite what her crotch said.

She ran into road blocks after awhile, and decided that it would be best if she just didn't think about herself as a transwoman and just as a women. For awhile that worked well until one night a friend told her a story about how the friends mother knew that she was trans and the child got really upset. She hadn't cried that hard in a long time. She was so ashamed that someone would be able to read her past, she just wanted to forget it and get on with her life. Pretend it didn't exist and hope it will go away.

Gradually with the help of her awesome friends, she has come to realize that she can't do this. In order to be happy and healthy she needs to accept the fact that she is trans and realize that doesn't make her any less of a woman. Her womanhood is as valid as any cisgender woman's is and she isn't less. This means learning to say fuck the world and what they think of her. Just live life as who she is because those who don't mind matter and those that mind DON'T matter.

Lastly she has realized that the male voice, though dead, is still there. HE still lingers haunting her with the help of the cock that is attached to her. She needs to reconcile her past with her present and future and figure out they make up her. She needs to figure out a way the to get rid of the disconnect between her mind and her body. That is the journey that this child is currently on.