Straight Female / 54
I don't know what category this falls under. I am 64, I was born in California and raised there. From the time that I was old enough to go out and play I never played as a girl. I was an outdoor type, I liked sports, I liked horseback riding, I liked jeans and shirts. I forced my mother to cut my hair short. I hated pony tails or pig tails. My mother had five kids and I was the difficult one.
When puberty struck, it struck with a vengeance. I grew wide hips like my mother, gone forever was my boy look. I grew large breasts, by the time I was fourteen I was pretty much fully developed. And worse that all that, I had a pretty face. I inherited my mother's looks.
I got sent to Home Economics, not to shop. I was put as an aide to the second grade teacher, my job was taking the little girls to the restroom. When I was seventeen and the prom came along I was forced to go with Horace. Horace was my older brother's best friend. Horace didn't know the rules, you don't fuck your best friend's sister. Until that night I had never contemplated that I was going to get fucked. I was going to loose my virginity. I was going to have suck a boys penis. None of that had crossed my mind. After the prom I had done all that.
I wanted to go into Medicine. I went to nursing school instead. In nursing school I learned that there were girls/women like me. Women who did not want to be a woman. But most of the cases I saw did not have women like me, so obviously a woman, you cannot hide hips like mine. And if you have hips like mine, they look totally out of place if you don't have boobs like mine. You have to have both or you look like a bowling pin. And if you have a pretty face, then you have to have long hair. And if you are a pretty woman with long hair and have big hips and nice boobs guys chase you down until they can fuck you. That is what happened to me. And if you get fucked and you are young and you just aren't thinking like a woman you get pregnant. That also happened to me.
Your whole body is changed when you are pregnant, and giving birth is not a picnic. And your boobs become mammary glands and you are sitting at home with a baby who is lost in her own world taking your milk from you. None of this is what I was expecting. But this too happened to me.
I had three kids, and when all three kids were in school I went back to college and finished my nursing degree. I went on the pediatric floor to look after sick children. And when I got home to my healthy children I would hug them too much. And then I had my husband. And my husband was one of those men who truly wanted his wife to cook. I don't mean heat something up, I mean cook. His wife was going to be a cook. And all the other things that come with being the woman in the house with three kids and a husband.
I didn't look at my body any more. I showered, and got dressed. Why stare at what was so obviously a mistake. I didn't so much love nursing as I loved taking care of those sick children. You do that, if you are a woman. The doctors were fast and sure of themselves and gave orders. We sat with these children and read them a book. They were so young and they were so sick, when their mothers weren't there, then it was our job to the be the mother. That is what happens when you are woman. You get to be a mother.
After my three kids were gone, out of college, making their series of mistakes, I started to look at myself again. To look at myself in the mirror. I was a nurse with over 20 years experience by then. I knew when I saw a woman. In the mirror across from me was a woman, mistake or not. You don't study it per se, but you are very much aware of people who have surgery to change them from man to woman, and less often from woman to man. The idea that someone was going to cut off my breasts, well I couldn't have that. And between my hips, how ridiculous it was going to look to have a manufactured penis there. So, I gave up.
I am 64 now. Still a woman. Still dealing with my wide hips and my larger even than before breasts. And I have gained weight, easily 25 pounds. And this face, even for a 64 year old woman it is pretty face. And my husband of these 40 or so years, he still brags that he has a wife that can cook. It was all a mistake. I know that. But no one else does, not anyone close to me. I volunteer my time now at the grade school, I particularly like looking after the girls. Someone has to help look after them. One day they are going to be the new mothers.
When puberty struck, it struck with a vengeance. I grew wide hips like my mother, gone forever was my boy look. I grew large breasts, by the time I was fourteen I was pretty much fully developed. And worse that all that, I had a pretty face. I inherited my mother's looks.
I got sent to Home Economics, not to shop. I was put as an aide to the second grade teacher, my job was taking the little girls to the restroom. When I was seventeen and the prom came along I was forced to go with Horace. Horace was my older brother's best friend. Horace didn't know the rules, you don't fuck your best friend's sister. Until that night I had never contemplated that I was going to get fucked. I was going to loose my virginity. I was going to have suck a boys penis. None of that had crossed my mind. After the prom I had done all that.
I wanted to go into Medicine. I went to nursing school instead. In nursing school I learned that there were girls/women like me. Women who did not want to be a woman. But most of the cases I saw did not have women like me, so obviously a woman, you cannot hide hips like mine. And if you have hips like mine, they look totally out of place if you don't have boobs like mine. You have to have both or you look like a bowling pin. And if you have a pretty face, then you have to have long hair. And if you are a pretty woman with long hair and have big hips and nice boobs guys chase you down until they can fuck you. That is what happened to me. And if you get fucked and you are young and you just aren't thinking like a woman you get pregnant. That also happened to me.
Your whole body is changed when you are pregnant, and giving birth is not a picnic. And your boobs become mammary glands and you are sitting at home with a baby who is lost in her own world taking your milk from you. None of this is what I was expecting. But this too happened to me.
I had three kids, and when all three kids were in school I went back to college and finished my nursing degree. I went on the pediatric floor to look after sick children. And when I got home to my healthy children I would hug them too much. And then I had my husband. And my husband was one of those men who truly wanted his wife to cook. I don't mean heat something up, I mean cook. His wife was going to be a cook. And all the other things that come with being the woman in the house with three kids and a husband.
I didn't look at my body any more. I showered, and got dressed. Why stare at what was so obviously a mistake. I didn't so much love nursing as I loved taking care of those sick children. You do that, if you are a woman. The doctors were fast and sure of themselves and gave orders. We sat with these children and read them a book. They were so young and they were so sick, when their mothers weren't there, then it was our job to the be the mother. That is what happens when you are woman. You get to be a mother.
After my three kids were gone, out of college, making their series of mistakes, I started to look at myself again. To look at myself in the mirror. I was a nurse with over 20 years experience by then. I knew when I saw a woman. In the mirror across from me was a woman, mistake or not. You don't study it per se, but you are very much aware of people who have surgery to change them from man to woman, and less often from woman to man. The idea that someone was going to cut off my breasts, well I couldn't have that. And between my hips, how ridiculous it was going to look to have a manufactured penis there. So, I gave up.
I am 64 now. Still a woman. Still dealing with my wide hips and my larger even than before breasts. And I have gained weight, easily 25 pounds. And this face, even for a 64 year old woman it is pretty face. And my husband of these 40 or so years, he still brags that he has a wife that can cook. It was all a mistake. I know that. But no one else does, not anyone close to me. I volunteer my time now at the grade school, I particularly like looking after the girls. Someone has to help look after them. One day they are going to be the new mothers.
