My name if Jennifer and I hail from Texas – the Lone Star State. I became the woman I was meant to be, so long ago, it is almost impossible for me to remember ever being that “other self.” It took a while to figure it all out of course. Most girls know the story – discovering dad’s girly magazines - the fascination - the urge not just to look at, but to look LIKE those beautiful women. The first foray into mom’s or sister’s closet - the breathless thrill of slipping into your first pantyhose or bra - the first touch of lipstick - the first pair of heels - and most of all, the first time you saw yourself in the mirror and realized the pretty thing looking back at you was the real you.