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Jun. 1st, 2022 01:12 amI'm reposting this video from SamLizzy71, because it's important to the almost everyone's trans story. But this time, I get to tell you the story of the first time I really saw myself in the mirror. Not the first time I made myself up because when I did it, I looked terrible. It was the first time another girl did me up as a girl. When she did it, I looked like a girl.
For once, a major milestone in my transition wasn't done by Steph (although she took the ball and ran with it later), but by Angie.
My parents were both working the evening of my 18th birthday (my birthdays were always "time-shifted" to the nearest date we could all have days off of school and work, so don't feel bad - this was always normal to me). Steph had attempted to teach me how to do makeup, but there are subtleties and techniques that I still don't have any idea how to do. Eventually, makeup boiled down to "Is your perpetual five o clock shadow hidden? Great, put on some eye shadow and let's go!" Even now, when I wear make up, it's just to even my skin out - and I almost never wear make up anymore.
But Angie was a model. She knew makeup inside and out, she could manage my hair easily, and knew what stripes flatter and what patterns don't. For my birthday, she raided my sister's wardrobe (she was ALSO out) and put me into a stunning, and yet not girly-girl, outfit. She then took me into my room, where there were no mirrors, and proceeded to do my hair and makeup. I wasn't allowed to look this entire time - she wanted it to be a surprise.
When I was done, she led me into the bathroom with my eyes closed and told me to look in the mirror.
http://www.dolari.net/cs/5.htm is the comic version of that scene in my life. It wasn't as comedic, and I knew hairspray already burned your eyes, but those last two panels are almost word for word what happened that evening.
Angie took me out on the town that night - and no one was any the wiser, as long as I kept my mouth shut. It was exhilarating. I was a girl having a good time - and I was feeling like ME.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3t7dbW0FpU
For once, a major milestone in my transition wasn't done by Steph (although she took the ball and ran with it later), but by Angie.
My parents were both working the evening of my 18th birthday (my birthdays were always "time-shifted" to the nearest date we could all have days off of school and work, so don't feel bad - this was always normal to me). Steph had attempted to teach me how to do makeup, but there are subtleties and techniques that I still don't have any idea how to do. Eventually, makeup boiled down to "Is your perpetual five o clock shadow hidden? Great, put on some eye shadow and let's go!" Even now, when I wear make up, it's just to even my skin out - and I almost never wear make up anymore.
But Angie was a model. She knew makeup inside and out, she could manage my hair easily, and knew what stripes flatter and what patterns don't. For my birthday, she raided my sister's wardrobe (she was ALSO out) and put me into a stunning, and yet not girly-girl, outfit. She then took me into my room, where there were no mirrors, and proceeded to do my hair and makeup. I wasn't allowed to look this entire time - she wanted it to be a surprise.
When I was done, she led me into the bathroom with my eyes closed and told me to look in the mirror.
http://www.dolari.net/cs/5.htm is the comic version of that scene in my life. It wasn't as comedic, and I knew hairspray already burned your eyes, but those last two panels are almost word for word what happened that evening.
Angie took me out on the town that night - and no one was any the wiser, as long as I kept my mouth shut. It was exhilarating. I was a girl having a good time - and I was feeling like ME.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3t7dbW0FpU
