Dreams
Can Come True
By Michaela
Dreams Can Come True
By Michaela
Like many of us girls, the desire to be female has been with me as long as I can remember, going to bed and praying I would be a girl when I woke up. We’ve all been there.
Life went on, I got married and secretly dressed occasionally and enviously looked at ladieswear in magazines and shop windows. Sometimes having a sneaky feel of a silky dress as I passed a display.
I did try to bring the subject up to my wife in conversation, but she made it clear that “transvestites and gays were not normal”.
Once my marriage ended and I met my current partner in 2002, it emerged that she “knew” what I was, and it was in 2008 that SHE came out to me. Strange but true.
From then on, I was free to dress as a female indoors and go regularly to trans clubs such as Transliving……until Covid arrived.
That period was a dark time for me. I didn’t cope with the Covid lockdown very well. Sorry. I became deeply depressed and suicidal. It was then that I decided to contact my GP and ask her to refer me. I also moved all my male clothes out of the bedroom and moved in my ladies clothes. It saved my life.
At that time, I was semi-retired, working part-time, and was dressing androgynously at work, gradually becoming increasingly feminine in looks. I already started electrolysis.
I was still quite discreet until a female office worker noticed me and told me how lovely I looked. Told me I’d make a lovely lady. She offered to help me with my name change at work and always called me Michaela. It was wonderful.
From then on, things moved fast. I finally got my referral in 2022 and was prescribed hormones on July 7th, 2023. Exciting but scary too. I changed my name, changed my passport, and am always having to remind myself of what’s happened.
I know I will always be trans, but in my head, I am truly female, and I love it, and I am so lucky to be able to be my true self and have a supporting wife. So, the journey continues. In 2025, I had my first proper female holiday abroad. No nerves, no problems, just joy. If there is a downside, it’s the lack of excitement when getting dressed, everyday stuff. Stressing about what to wear for a night out, does my hair look alright? Makeup, the expense. Who’d be a woman… Me!
Michaela
