Tuesday, January 17, 2017

What REALLY Happens When You Transition

My last post was back in June. It's the middle of the first month of a new year, now. A lot has happened.

- I lost my job.

- I lost many of my friends.

- I got a new job.

- I made some new friends.

My new job as a female doesn't pay as well as my old male one. But then most unskilled jobs that are traditionally female don't. Unless you're a Stripper, a Cocktail Waitress, or a Bikini Massage Girl - then they pay more. Much more.

That's just a fact of life. If you are a man, and you have decided to become a woman you should have already been aware of that. I was. I was prepared for it, and it doesn't really bother me. This was never about money. But here's a hard, politically incorrect truth: most unskilled female jobs are not as hard either physically or mentally as unskilled male jobs. Sorry.

The friends I lost were mostly male, with a female or two thrown in for good measure. But first, let me qualify the word "losing." By losing, I don't mean our relationship has been severed. In reality it has merely changed. I have only "lost" two male friends out of my many, and in one of those cases my Transition may have only been a mitigating factor in that loss.

For the rest of my male friends, I haven't lost them, they just don't see me as a fellow male any longer, and so that friendship has naturally had to change to accommodate that reality. I think that's a very important thing for anyone who has Transitioned, or is planning to Transition to know. If your male friends are truly seeing you as a woman now, instead of a male, they're naturally going to start treating you the same way they treat their other female friends.

Hey, you're the one who said "You wanted to be one of the girls." Congratulations! Your male friends putting you in the "Girl Column," as one of my male friends informed me, is a sign you have succeeded.

They're not going to talk to you about the same things they used to; they're not going to swear or use off-color language around you; they're not going to invite you to go out drinking at a Strip Bar - or anywhere else where a chick tagging along is going to possibly limit the fun. At least not if they see you as a "Lady." As one of my male friends who has put me in the Girl Column confided to me, "I still like hanging out with you, but it's different than it was. I can't scratch my balls or fart around you now."

Because if your male friends are at all gentlemen, now that you have tits, wear make-up, and have long pretty blonde hair means you are a fragile, vulnerable little flower that must be sheltered from the harsher aspects of male behavior.

Put yourself in their place. Or more likely, if you are reading this, you are most likely still a male who is merely considering becoming a female. Well, how do you treat women? Like Ladies? Or like Hoes? Probably like ladies, right? Well then imagine your male friends starting to treat you like that. Because if they see you as a Lady, they will.

Long time readers of this blog: Surprise! Regardless of my notorious tranny sexual escapades of the past, as an actual woman, believe it or not, I have been a Lady - I haven't slept with anyone (an oh boy yes, there have been offers), and I no longer dress like a cheap slut. You see, the things I did as a Tranny, I can no longer do as a Lady. When I was a weekend T-Girl, what I did didn't follow me back to my male life. But I only have one life, and one reputation, now, and it's female one. And much more so than with men, there is nothing more important to a woman than her reputation. Especially if she is a Lady.

Sound fun so far? It may not if you're the typical tranny like the one I was. In fact, I would go so far to say that if I had known that 2-years ago, it may very well have been enough to banish all thoughts of Transition from my head or my plans. It would have been a buzzkill.

But I'm glad I didn't find out about that before I transitioned. Because I enjoy being a proper lady much more than I did being a Tranny Slut. Respectability is one of those things that you're not likely to appreciate or treasure until you are actually in possession of it. Now I not only value it, I work to protect it.

Oh, I have so much to say. But I want to save it for another post, which I will try to write soon, now that I finally really feel like writing again. Not just because I smoked the last of my weed a half hour ago, and it's starting to wear-off, and continuing to hit the Vodka on a Tuesday night when I have a busy day tomorrow is unwise.

More because this is just the very tip of the iceberg that is starting to poke through the surface of what I am ready to share. There's much more, but some of it is not even visible to me, the iceberg herself. I go through phases in my life. There is the Experiencing Phase. Then there is the Processing Phase. And then finally, the Writing Phase. I'm still at the end of my Processing Phase, after Experiencing my first 444 days of living full-time as a Lady. The Writing Phase is going to start, again.

Wait for it. I have a lot to say. Much of it I have never read or heard anywhere else, and I doubt you have, either.

With Love,


Photo: The Day The Earth Stood-up Bunny, Bunny Yanak 2016.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Blonde Move

It's hard to write when you're happy; at least it is for me. Holy cow, somehow I managed to do it, big boobs and all. Except for a few little paperwork details waiting to be cleared up, I am fully transitioned. Oh, there's that little penis thingie, too, but we'll get to that later.

I achieved the dream of 30-something years. I am finally, Her. The blonde bombshell I always knew I was inside. And people have accepted me as such, wherever I go.

It is good. Unbelievably good. For the first time in my life, deliriously happy to be alive. The only sadness the knowledge that I held the key to this happiness all along, and didn't even know it. Duh. Total Blonde move.

Wish I had more to say right now, sorry.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Have A Lovely Weekend

This blog is going to be about Photography, but not in a conventional manner; but Photography in as how it has related to my life. I began seriously taking pictures when I was eight years old. I'm not saying they were any good at that age, but I was serious about it. Spoiler: I eventually got better!

But because Photography has been such a long-standing part of my life, it will allow me to explore everything else in my life, through the way I have tried to express myself with a camera.

And that lets me talk about pretty much everything that has ever happened to me in my life. And of course so being Transgender is going to be a significant part of that too.

Actually, this time I'm just making this up as I go along.

Have a nice weekend. Mine has been lovely so far. I can't express the happiness that I am filled with just by the simple act of being able to go about my daily life now in the manner I have always dreamed of. Or as close to it as I am reasonably able to achieve.

For the first time in my life that I can remember, since I was much, much younger, I actually want to live, again; it truly has been a second lease on life.

I wish for you in your life the same happiness I have now. If everyone in the world could share this feeling there would be no more wars, hate, or fighting on this planet by human beings. Nobody would have any time or interest in crap like that anymore.

Photo: Camera Phone shot of Bunny enjoying a quiet, pleasant evening with good friends, last night.