Say it loud and say it proud - I am transsexual.

Yes. That's true.
All the people who know me a little longer might have suspected it from my signature.

My body is female, but my mind and my heart say no, no you're a boy, not a girl. And they are right.
I am transsexual and that means I am a boy, trapped in a girl's body.  

Sometimes I try to behave like a 'real girl', as my parents call it but every time I put make-up on or wear a dress I feel like a drag queen. But my parents often say:
"What's up with you? You're a pretty girl, why do you want to be a boy?" or they get annoyed and tell me I have to behave like 'what I really am'. But when I behave the way I feel, it's wrong in their eyes. They don't understand me and they don't know how much their words hurt me.

I've cut my hair short when I discovered what I really am and bind my chest.
– Sometimes it really hurts and I can not even really breathe.
But when I talk to strangers who have never ever seen me before and they say I'm 'a really nice guy' I feel good. That's what I am on the inside.

Being trans* changed nothing in my affection for both sexes. In fact I actually am in love with a girl but actually I am too shy to tell her.


_{No hating or flaming on this, please. Remember I am still a human being with emotions.}