Becoming a Woman

It was about six in the evening. An hour had passed since I came home from Walmart where I had been working for the past four years. The eight hour shift at cashier passed quickly. A large number of buyers came bye my register.

My shower had been adjusted to the lukewarm temperature that I like and lasted some five or six minutes. Standing in front of the bath room mirror I brushed and blow dried my hair.

I had just had my hair done the other day at the same hairdresser where my sister Kassey had been going for two years. Vincent', an obviously gay man, had been doing women's hair at that corner location forever.

He styled my dark hair short and parted high on the left. Combed a little forward it came just over the right eyebrow. The style got me a few compliments from the girls at work.

In a few minutes I would be going out with Jason from the transgender support chat room. I had been frequenting the room for a few weeks on the night when he first came in as a guest.

After a few hours of private messaging I had the sense that I would not mind meeting him. He didn't approach me for cyber sex and I liked that. Instead we talked about this and that. Jason asked me questions and I answered him honestly. I like that he actually asked permission, considered a courtesy in the room, before he called me to private message. After a few chats he no longer needed permission.

I came to know Jason from those chats. His favorite television programs were Monk, Burn Notice and the history channel. He enjoyed jazz music and played guitar. He had begun lessons on the instrument as a seven year old child and fell in love with it. He had said once that there was no point in dropping an instrument after a few weeks.

Jason had plenty of anecdotes and had even recommended at good wart remover. One of his favorite stories came from his early teens. The adventure involved sleeping out in a tent in the woods with friends. He fished often with his uncle and cousins.

It was not unusual for the us girls to discuss progress and problems regarding our therapy and our lives. Jason asked me about that stuff. I didn't mind answering him honestly. I had even told him that I was pre op.