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Something reminded me of a paper I encountered online a few months back.

Seems there are actual XY females. FERTILE ones.

Female bodies, right down to a uterus and ovaries. And the first one they discovered turned out to be third generation. Yes, her mother and grandmother turned out to be XY as well.

I forget what chromosome the gene responsible for this was on, but it wasn't on the XY pair.

It brings up some really interesting possibilities though. As well as the potential for breaking some people's minds.

I've always had trouble getting on sports bras. The back tends to roll up and I can't reach to straighten it out.

It's even worse if I'm still a bit damp from a shower.

I've tried many things to get the back unrolled. Most barely worked.

Today, while struiggling with one with even less success than usual, I suddenly remembered a "tip" a lot of TVs and crossdressers give for fastening a regular bra. Basically, put it on backwards, fastn it in front, then spin it around and finally, put your arms thru the straps.

Obviously fastening wasn't a problem, but the rest sort of applied. I worked my arms out of the straps, pulled the bra down farther and was able to get the back unrolled. Then I pulled it back up, put my arms through the straps and it was fine.

Slipped my forms in and put on my top. *Much* easier than the usual struggle. And it's only taken me a dozen years to figure this out? Oy.

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I didn't understand either. Heck, I'd walked late at night thru bad areas of town and I wasn't that worried.

Then came the day a friend gave me a ride to an NWGA (NorthWest Gender Alliance) meeting. I'd gotten rides before, and as I'd done a number of times before, I went en femme.

This time was different. I didn't want to go to the restaurant that most of the others were going to after the meeting. Mostly because I was didn't have the spare cash, and I didn't want to mooch.

And it turned out that none of the people who weren't going to the restaurant were going anywhere near where I lived.

It was already dark by them. I was about three-quarters of a mile from the bus line that ran past my place. So I started walking.

At first I wasn't nervous. Then I saw a group of young men a couple block ahead. I went from nervous to not-quite-terrified. I realized that it was possible that I'd pass. In which case I might get assaulted being a lone "female". And if the assault went far enough and they found out I was physically male? I'd be lucky if I only got raped or beaten. Getting killed was definitely a possibility.

If I didn't pass, the possibility of being beaten or worse was there again.
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http://sinfestfeed.livejournal.com/873482.html

That's not merely a guy vs gal thing. TG folks and even gays go thru a lot of the same protective steps.

And I'd not be surprised to find that black males (especially young ones) need to do the route choosing stuff in some places.

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Say what? It started becoming clear that she thought I was wearing fake breasts or something. I tried telling her they were real, and dragged out the plastic card Chief Watt had given me. But she just wasn't listening.

Finally, after yet another "take them off!" I'd had enough. I reached down and yanked the top off over my head.

"There, I've taken off the only thing I can take off. Or do you want me to take off my shorts too?"
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I put on my best "innocent" look and used my "little girl" voice. Looking up with "puppy dog" eyes I said, "Mister, we're trying to raise money for our school..."

I was doing my best to look like a cute, earnest young Catholic schoolgirl trying to make her quota in the fund raiser.

I continued, after the brief pause, "...would you like to buy a blowjob?"

The explosion was incredible. Worth every bit of my effort.
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Dec 1, 1952. Christine Jorgenson has SRS.

(the below was a response to a post about the Readercon mess that noted men pretty much don't understand what it's like for women in the world. I figured it could use a larger audience because it's something far too few people grasp.)

I hear you. Oh lord do I hear you.

And I agree, straight, cis males don't get it. And gay or trans bio-males only get it after an incident drives it home.

Two defining moments for me, that might help some guy understand. Years and years back (mid-70s) a gay friend I had a crush on had to warn me that holding hands or otherwise showing affection in public could get us beaten up or worse.

A dozen years back, when I was starting to get involved in the local TG community, poor planning on my part wound up with me having to walk 3/4ths of a mile to a bus stop after dark. En femme.

I was only nervous until I saw a group of guys approaching. *Then* the fear hit. Fear of rape, fear of what would happen if they "made" me as "a guy in a dress", and fear of if they didn't make me and tried sexual assault *then* found out...

Until you have to consciously consider (as a *reality*, not some abstract) that you can be assaulted or even killed by some random guy or guys, just for being female/trans/gay "in public" it's not gonna be real to you. :-

And as a person who was bullied a lot growing up, let me tell the guys who think that they understand what it'd be like just because they were bullied.

No, it's *not* the same. Not remotely. Bullies will intimidate you and play dominance games. Up to and including beating on you some.

But the stuff women (and trans folks) have to worry about *starts* with rape and rapidly gets worse.

I was dealing with some stress by "acting out" some stuff in my head. Mostly having a third party (say, the shrink I don't currently have) trying to explain to the folks running the apartments that some of their practices are very "triggery" for me.

I do this sort of thing from time to time, because it bleeds off some of the stuff that'd otherwise build up and make me likely to explode at some far too trivial trigger.

What was odd was that I suddenly realized that the "spokesman" in my head was referring to me with female pronouns. Given that my femme side has been more notable by its absence for some time, this was a bit of a surprise, to say the least.

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