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Drawing 7 Viles of Blood: I passed out

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Bonkers, they made me draw seven viles of blood. At least they didn't do it all at once. By all means, I had to come in again on the next day because I passed out on my fourth vile. It's probably because I was nervous. I do hate needles. I mean there are only few things I absolutely fear in this world: bugs and needles. I mean, needles and bugs are on the same level of fear for me.  The 7 viles of blood were drawn for Estradiol FSH Lipid Profile LH Comprehensive Metabolic Profile Testosterone, Free,Total & Bioavail Hemoglobin A1c CBC w/ Diff & Platelet Count I think every transgirls would have to suffer through this before their first HRT. It's mainly to check your testosterone levels (hormone balances) and to see if your body is capable of handling the hormone replacement therapy. In other words, it's for your safety.  For teenagers like me, the physician will check my physical status by drawing the blood every 2 months. Simply to see how we’re doing. Based on ...
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Coming Out to Dad

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Me: "Dad, I'm gay" Dad: "Yea no sh*t, just look at yourself" He actually said that. I mean, There's no way that my dad would've ever thought that I was straight because he knew that I was into crossdressing, was never into sports, and also because I looked oddly feminine compared to most boys my age.  As previously said, " Coming out, based on my experience, is just a matter of luck. By all means, you're either lucky to have an accepting parents, or you're unlucky to have ones that would bash you for being yourself. But either way, you are who you are, and that can't be changed. It's not guaranteed that a parent would always be accepting of who you are, but you do need to let them know that you're a daughter and not a son at one point in life  " Coming out to my dad was probably one of the things that I feared for the longest time. Mainly because he's literally a boomer, born in the year 1950. Even when I came out to my ...
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Coming Out to Mom

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Coming out, based on my experience, is just a matter of luck. By all means, you're either lucky to have an accepting parents, or you're unlucky to have ones that would bash you for being yourself. But either way, you are who you are, and that can't be changed. It's not guaranteed that a parent would always be accepting of who you are, but you do need to let them know that you're a daughter and not a son at one point in life.  For me, I first came out as homosexual when I was 14. One summer day, I said "mom, I think I like boys more than girls".  She thought that I was just bicurious at first. Even during the time I was dating a boy, and I specifically told her that I had a boyfriend. She just thought that him and I were just really, really close friends who had a lot in common. Maybe I should've told her that he ****** me, and then ******* and then I ***** and **** **** **** with him. Maybe that might've helped her understand more... or not because...
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Gender Dysphoria (my experience)

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Me in kindergarten: dressing up in a princess costume and playing tea time with the girls. My role was always the mother or wife. I know it's an interesting role to have for a child. But 5 year old me was oddly into playing a role of a strong, independent woman. But aside from that, I liked being cute. I liked cute stuff in general, and I still do. I enjoyed dressing up because I enjoyed the feeling of being in flared skirts, because it made me feel cute. It just made me feel right, probably because I would see other girls wear them in kindergarten and it was quite appealing. And also in my favorite TV show, Pretty Cure (2006), and all the Disney movie that my mom would show me. Society made skirts and flared bottom a "girly" thing, and because it was "girly", I liked them. Because I felt like that's what distinguished us aside from the boys. So I wore them, because I wanted to be cute... just like the girls around me.  During my childhood, I remember my mom...
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