Part 4 - Turning point
A lot of you may already know me. Anyone that’s been to the monthly parties in Brentwood, or the weekend events has certainly met me. I’m the girl on stage entertaining you all. But do you really know me? Just another trans girl, right? Well yes but there’s more to everyone and this is part 4 of my story.
At this point in my life, there was a lot going on. I was busy working as an arcade machine engineer during the week, a dj at the weekends and very active on the car scene. In the middle of all that I’d taken my first steps out to the T scene. At the time, I felt like this was how it would be. I’d carry on with the mundane day to day and look forward to planning my secret nights out partying at the weekend. It became a regular thing and nobody ever asked where I was. Friends just assumed I was with a different one, or they didn’t care. But there was an issue. Subconsciously at first, the girl in me was growing. There were moments (milestones perhaps), like the time I was throwing some moves on the dance pole in Pink Punters. I was upside down, sliding down it and my hands slipped. Head first into these really chunky floor tiles and it really hurt. I came round to see people looking down at me, concerned. Then I realised my wig had fallen off - I really hated that and felt so embarrassed. So I decided to grow my hair long. It was also around this time I went to the laser clinic. Remember at this point I still hadn’t planned to transition, but I knew I never ever wanted facial hair. So I was just looking to stop shaving. Then I came out to someone.