By Damien Knight
I cut my hair all off and gave my female clothing to my little sister. This was back in October and I told my little sister. I am not the sister you thought you had. Remember you said once you always wanted a big brother. To be honest I always wanted to be that big brother. I hugged my sister, she is precious in my eyes. I told her that I preferred to be called Damien. She managed to call me Damie occasionally. Like everyone else that fell through and she calls me by my birth name.
It gets irritating. I love the man I am with but even he doesn’t understand. He’s in the Army so I doubt I could pursue a sex change even if I didn’t get the SRS operation.
I don’t know I just need to get these emotions out thanks.
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