This picture, not taken on the night described,
shows me and my friend
Last August, I had developed a crush on a t-girl who gave me an incredible make over. I had only been out several times as Amanda and felt like basically a naive, teenaged girl, trapped in a middle-aged man's body. She on the other hand was a hard, street-wise, African-American, prostitute. She told me she was from the Florida panhandle, and had left her family who were high ups in the local church about 5 years ago. Since she had transitioned, they no longer spoke to her. I have a church pastor for a mom, who at that time wasn't talking to me either and I was being kicked out of my home by my wife because of my transition.
She probably wore a 36 DD, but hers were real.. Well, realler than my $38 e-bay silicon breast pads. I never asked, but I bet her's were pumped silicon, done by a street professional. For a few hundred dollars, if you knew the right places to go, you could have all the silicon work you wanted...
Her skirts were too short and her tops were way too tight, showing way too much of her cleavage... On the other hand, I looked like a church lady wearing a knee length black skirt with a flower print, a big billowy blouse with a high turtle neck like collar and white closed toe pumps. My transition from cross-dresser to transsexual was not going so well. Several of her front teeth were metal and they caught your attention when she slowly revealed her cunning grin. Despite our differences, our conversation was going smoothly. Until that moment, when we were in the middle of some discussion, and she froze, then cocked her head to the side with a puzzled look on her face and said in her slight southern drawl,"Your wig..."
I blushed, feeling self conscious and started rambling, "yes, I know.. Its not a very good one, I bought it on e-bay. It wasn't that expensive... I got it when I was just dressing at home."
"No, your wig.." she interrupted.."It's not on right..." She reached up, pulled it off, slid the hooks into the loops and placed it solidly on my head. I felt it slide into place snugly and for the first time, it was oddly comfortable. "Sit!", she said. I sat between her legs as she began to brush my hair. At that moment, I began to cry..
As a child and teenager, I had read many books written by black woman including Alice Walker, Toni Morrison, Ntozake Shange,and Maya Angelou. In so many of their stories, these authors would often include descriptions of grooming, of being groomed, and getting your hair done. I read of all of the talk, the bonding, the sharing and the friendship between mother and daughter, sisters, cousins, friends and even hair dresser and client around doing black women's hair. What a profound human experience. And yet, until this moment, I had never felt this connection. I cried as I remembered the old me, a black boy all alone, reading those novels like an anthropologist trying too study a culture... Not like a black woman who might read these sisters' words, and see new ways to knit together her own personal memories and experiences... Yes, now we were sharing in this experience.
She stood me up and took me into the bathroom. Whipping out her pallet of makeup, she started going to work. Quickly telling me the types of brushes, the colors and the strokes she was using. I longed for my college notebooks because I knew I was losing far more information than I was taking in. And I savored every moment. Her confident hand danced across my face, prodding, brushing, wiping and smudging. I didn't know there were so many colors. As she was winding up, she gently glued those annoying, yet oh so effective eyelashes in place. Once set, she looked me over and concluded the event by firmly blowing air from between her pursed plumped sister lips, creating a dazzling colored cloud of loose powder around my face... "There," she said looking me over one more time, "Now look at you."
She stepped from in front of the bathroom mirror.. There I saw a completely new person. I had never never thought I could look so delicate, so soft, so sweet... I was a bout to cry again, but she didn't let me. She said, "Don't you dare mess up what I just did with your silly-ass crying..."
She dragged me back to her bedroom and said, "Show me what you have in your purse..." I got scared for a moment, yes at this time I still worked for IBM, but then pulled it out... My man's leather wallet... She grabbed it and waved it at me saying, "You have to get rid of this. Women don't carry these things." and then threw it on the bed. She then pulled out my make up and brushes one by one, she finally got annoyed, and dumped everything on the bed. Brushes, lipstick, compacts, eyeliner tumbled onto her bedspread. She said, "no.. no.. You need to have bags in your purse. One for brushes, the other for you make up. You need to think like a girl now."
When we left that night to go to the Las Vegas lounge, a transsexual bar, I was in awe of this woman. Because I hadn't been on Spiro long enough, Wayne, had a crush on her. But Amanda was learning something new... Amanda wanted to be like her.. Not that I wanted to be a prostitute, that life was too crazy, inconsistent and dangerous, but I did want to have the confidence, strength, and savvy, of a hustler combined with the pure hotness of a Las Vegas transsexual. I don't think I have ever achieved either as well as she did, but she took me a long way from being a cross-dresser locked in his little office, in the heart of suburbia to what I am now...
What were some of your milestone moments in your transition that helped you break old patterns and establish the new you?
Comment by Allison Elizabeth on April 26, 2012 at 4:06am Wow! What an amazing story! Any idea how I can find someone like that to help me? ;)
Clearly you have a wonderful way about your communications. I read every word with profound interest. And thanks for the insight into your culture and upbringing.
When we get help becoming the new us, it does have a incredible impact, doesn't it? I have my own stories that mirror the one you have shown here so I can definitely have some understanding of what this must have been like for you. I am so glad that you have had this experience and so glad that you could see something incredible in people around you, too, who walk a different path than you do. You rock!
Comment by Sabrina Massiel on April 26, 2012 at 8:38am That is a really cool story. Isn't it wonderful to find a mentor who is truly willing to help?
I had a friend who did similar for me many years ago; the only thing she asked in return was that one day when I met a new girl that I helped her in the same way I was helped.
And notes or no notes you look great!
That is SO cool, Amanda. It not only shows how we evolve over time, but how much heart that otherwise hardened people still have. So good on you for getting to where you are!
Comment by Amanda-Wayne Roberts on April 26, 2012 at 11:20am This morning, I remembered the only picture I had of the two of us. I just added it to the blog. It wasn't taken on the night I described. I didn't have a really good camera phone then... a relic of Wayne.. I fixed that a month later and have since taken more pictures of me than I have ever taken in my entire life... LOL..And my friend wasn't too found of taking pictures... This one was taken of us, by a group who covered drag shows, several months later at a gay country western bar... God, I so miss Las Vegas.
Caroline, thank you for your compliments on my writing... <3<3. The expectations placed upon me due to my race and gender and how I've responded have been the deepest and most significant driving force of my life. Being physically black and growing up in a predominantly white cultural environment and being at heart a woman and growing up in a male body has had a strange distancing effect.. I feel like I am just neither; Neither male nor female, black nor white... So when I experience these moments of connection to both ethnicity and gender they are surprising and profound.. And unfortunately short lived..
Sabrina - Although we had a lot in common... we really didn't... And the relationship was strained... I did have a mentor that I will write about later who took me in and supported me daily. We are BFF today. But I believe mentors like friends come into your life for a reason, season or life-time... And I welcome all for however long the they can share their gifts...
Allison - the first thing that I did was go to a gay bar that hosted drag shows... I didn't know then the tension between cross-dressers/drag and transsexuals. I just thought , "hey, here is a place where people are going to see men who are dressed as women.. It has to be ok for me." However, not trusting my logic, I didn't go dressed as a woman at first. Soon, those places became Amanda's public house where I felt comfortable dressed as a woman. From there I developed some confidence and friendships. The mentoring came after that...
I also drempt of opening a service where cross-dressers and early stage transsexuals could schedule vacations in Las Vegas and be connected with a highly-passible, 24/7 transsexual who could teach them in a total immersion environment. I wanted to customize the experience to the background of the visitor's choosing. For example, my next mentor was from Guam, her Asian, geisha-like background was very different than this mostly black experience..
I saw the mentor taking the newbe to shop for clothing and accessories, getting/doing make overs, and helping the the visitor gain comfort in becoming the new them. Maybe starting off at the gay bars, restaurants and nightclubs where the newbe would not have to worry about being "read"... The gay bars in Las Vegas all turned out to be very trans friendly... and graduating to "straight" establishments where they could practice passing. I think if done in a controlled, fun and relatively safe environment, a visitor could return home with new skills, confidence and love for themselves. This could have the effect of truly changing people's lives for the better. I know it did for me...
Unfortunately, I am in RI right now with no plans to move back to LV, so I have shelved these dreams. But who knows what the future holds... LOL...
Comment by Jillian Munsell on April 26, 2012 at 8:04pm You reminded me Amanda of a few experiences in my early days of going out .. One I will share - the other... ummm no ;)
My first time out in public was to a support meeting at a hair salon that was closed for the evening. They had a small room in the back to change in and then we all would sit around with the others to gab.
(Lets see a raise of hands of those who were at the same meeting but in a different city)
I packed what I thought I needed for the evening - a large duffel bag and two smaller ones as I recall, and nervously transformed myself in the back, with three others, who seemed like they were in a locker room getting ready for some very odd sporting event.
I stepped out sheepishly and attempted to make small talk with a few people I recently met. My wig was also a very inexpensive one, but I had an idea of how I thought it should be styled and brushed, and I thought I did a nice job. In short, I really was very proud of myself for all I had accomplished this evening.
About half way through the night, the spouse of one of the ladies came over to me and asked if she could fuss with my hair a bit. She spent about 5 minutes undoing and redoing what I had spent 45 minutes doing originally and then turned me around to face the mirror. It was at this point my moment happened. My awakening. I was speechless that after all these years, I had actually become the girl of my dreams. She had softened my bangs and lifted my curls in a way that shaped my face perfectly.I was p-r-e-t-t-t-y, Oh so P-R-E-T-T-T-T-TY
It was a real turning point for me and although I have no idea who that woman was, I will be forever grateful.
Jillian
Hey Amanda girl, thanx for sharing. What an awesome post hon! I grew up in a project home area and have seen this comradery between women just like you said and it wasn't just black women. At the time I didn't realize anything but you sure caused me to think back when I would go with Mom to Miss Jones' place for her to get her hair done. She was a black lady stylist and she did everyone's hair in the neighborhood. Ok...I am going into left field again lol Sorry. My transition didn't come quite as kewel as yours did but I have the same fears as you did with exposing where you work and all. Glad you had a friend that could help you along like she did. Wish I could have been there in person with how you wrote. One of the milestone moments for me was the first time shopping for my clothes! I pay way more attention to fit and looks now than I ever have before in my entire life. I find myself looking more at the GG's running around for outfit ideas too rather than as the people they are so I can be more clothes savvy.
Comment by HELEN BRADY on April 29, 2012 at 3:48am My girlfriend of 22 yrs maybe my fiance now; has dressed my hair, done my makeup. I liked it very much.
I am in LV too but only frequent straight places. Of course, I am full time female ID and in stealth.
Comment by Amanda-Wayne Roberts on April 30, 2012 at 11:16am Helen... I moved from LV in December.. I am sorry that we didn't meet there. Although my not passing might have outed you.. I think I'll be there in June. I'll message folks to set up a meeting.
Miss Suelle.. I have since found that if you don't live near any TS or straight Cis girls that can provide you a GF experience, that meeting some lesbians might be able to help. Although they may be learning as well..
Crystal and Jillian thank you for reminding me that this isn't an exclusively black experience. It is a woman experience.. And there is nothing like being shown that your beauty is just a few expert hand movements away from being revealed.
Yes, Crystal, I totally look at cis woman for clothing suggestions.. I once joked on this site, something along the lines of, "You know you are a lesbian T-girl when you meet a hot looking lady and you don't know whether to ask her for her number or where she bought her shoes.."
Comment by Janell Elynn Smith on April 30, 2012 at 4:34pm There are "life changing moments" thta literally change our paths and growth. Usually they are moments when we make decisions that change our lives to new ways of thinking and reacting. I think you may have experienced such a moment, but you more than I are aware of those experiences. I would hope you would recognize them and share them.----Blessings, Elynn
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