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Dominique contacted me to support him through an important stage of his life: his feminization. During our appointment, he shared his story with me, from the moment he started cross-dressing to wanting to fully embrace the femininity sleeping inside him. I asked him to elaborate in more detail to help those in the same situation. He is a beautiful person whom I am delighted to have met.
His story is as touching as it is inspiring.
Dominique is my real name, and it’s truly the only thing about me that fits.
I just turned sixty this June 22, 2019.
I live in a small village between Vitry-le-François and Chalons-en-Champagne.
Gender, well, I’m in a phase of great questioning, especially since my first appointment with Jennifer where I began a feminization process.
Inside me, I feel an inner surrender where she has uncovered a buried truth kept secret.
Around me, I have never wished to escape my responsibilities to provide a dignified upbringing for two false twins aged 29; a 26-year-old daughter and two real twins aged 18.
I live with the first woman who chased after me.
Three times I wanted to break up because I sensed a wrong turn, and I went back searching because she was crying.
My daughters discovered my first true feminization following a post on Facebook requested by Jennifer, which allowed for a rich dialogue.
What a relief, but also a real challenge.
Breaking down barriers and opening too-narrow doors.
My profession is behind me; I was lucky to be able to adapt according to the family’s main needs: to eat properly and not be cold.
Reflecting on myself, I could have done better professionally if I had trusted myself without devaluing my worth.
I am retired partly out of necessity, but I have found a job as a delivery driver on the side.
Always, and I understood why.
The search for the absent mother, too busy in an agricultural world and a large family.
With the mourning of a gifted child that cannot be made because grieving the death of a child for parents is impossible to accomplish.
With my double, we were entrusted to neighbors next door, across the street—the spirit of mutual aid in the countryside where everyone agreed to see us happy.
This need to have breasts; to wear feminine underwear; stockings, tights, garter belts, covered by a very chic and beautiful silk, satin, nylon combination—for their softness and the tenderness they give me under a very pretty and elegant dress—comes from this search for the mother I considered too busy, too absent.
The desire to have pear-shaped breasts is perhaps a woman’s complex.
Everything starts with a lack of love.
Today, this desire is permanent, and the conversation with one of my daughters after she discovered my first real feminization with Jennifer echoes in my mind.
You going to Paris once a month to be a woman, I accept that, but I fear dependency and that it will go too far.
How right she is!
This desire used to be occasional because I channeled it with bike trips across Europe, and wearing tights was just a small compensation;
Not fleeing my responsibilities, a constant struggle with myself where maybe I gained strength from perseverance.
And then occasional because in front of me was a Judeo-Christian upbringing with a priest godfather.
Being 20 in 1979 is not the same as being 20 in 2019.
We do not resemble our parents; we resemble our era.
What is progress today will be tomorrow’s tradition.
Fulfillment, immense happiness, confidence in myself.
I no longer devalue myself. I love my body. I smile, and I find myself beautiful. I love life.
Being a woman; a harmony within my disagreements. I detach from my double; imagining him no longer causes me pain.
Just as my hair, breasts, and the fine, soft features of a beautiful woman no longer cause me pain; in short, I belong to myself.
As a child, I would take my mother’s clothes from the laundry basket to wear her dresses and tights until she noticed.
The reprimand, the fear of my father, the forbidden that one confronts.
A happiness, a joy, yet how awful those farmer’s clothes were.
I remember EVERYTHING.
Then the clothes that you hide, throw away, hide again, and reject—a fear of being caught red-handed.
Today everything would be different.
Added to that was the fragile and sensitive child I was, doubly watched over by the entire family and even more.
When my daughters discovered my first true feminization on Facebook, it went relatively well.
Beautiful discussions started.
With one of my daughters who holds a BAC + 5 and fine diplomas from the fine arts school; she has acquired critical thinking and never lacks arguments in any field.
Everything was set for an explosive debate.
But no, everything turned into open-mindedness for everyone.
Later, when buying stockings one day on Leboncoin, I did not lie when I explained to the seller that it was for me.
And to my great surprise, this young woman appreciated my sincerity.
In my opinion, today a generation of women in their thirties and forties find it touching that a man accepts and shows his feminine side just as a woman has a masculine side.
At least these women admit it, and when they are graduates, they understand it even better, especially when they have studied literature.
On the male side, though, a macho remains a macho.
For friends, it’s very simple.
Just remember this:
If one day you tell me I’m no longer your friend, it means I never was.
For society? What is society today?
Rightly or wrongly, society is fragmenting, dissolving, composing, and recomposing.
Who can say what tomorrow holds? The present is complicated enough—let’s try to do the best possible and our best.
And then understand that man in the humanity sense is a fallible and imperfect being.
Because judgment is man’s trait who cannot keep his tongue, we are judged constantly—for a job, for a court appearance, for speeding, during a family meal.
So a man feeling like a woman, wanting to be a woman and live as such—I imagine I will not go unnoticed and slip through the meshes of the net.
Unlike Jennifer, whose view is that it is never too late,
My thought would be << it is much later than we think >>.
And I take this opportunity to tell those passing through Transbeauté to always remember to dare.
This first true feminization has brought the woman buried inside me to the surface.
Today, I want to see Jennifer regularly to learn how to do my makeup; feel beautiful, fulfilled, and womanly, and acquire the precision of feminine gestures, the harmony of colors and tones.
Being able to do my makeup in the company of women would be a great achievement for me.
Then having an elegant and tasteful wardrobe where the woman is magnified, allowing me to go outside freely, smile, and be happy because I am confident and no longer undervalue myself.
Not losing Jennifer because she is a wonderful woman with a huge heart and open hands.
Meeting someone with whom I will feel good, where we could share a room to get ready and go out, far from the words of a female doctor who advised me to dress as a woman in the bathroom.
And then, meeting a woman with great open-mindedness where I would be a woman for social connection, like doing her housework so she can enjoy free time for her well-being.
First of all, to be genuinely accompanied, to avoid taste mistakes with dresses, skirts, pants, underwear that do not suit me, to learn to do my makeup, and acquire the precision of feminine gestures thanks to Jennifer’s advice, and not to be alone while blossoming my heightened femininity.
Beyond that, I met a beautiful person. Jennifer is the feminine friend we have been searching for FOREVER, probably to talk about women’s issues, sometimes everything just feels obvious.
Jennifer is a woman of great value, a wonderful listener, a magical love, a complicity, the woman present to share things no one else would understand.
By her side, one feels the love of the Other, she encourages, supports, helps, accompanies, clears the way and tills the ground to then sow love so that smiles can bloom on our faces and be shared.
She helps me cross barriers and makes me understand the meaning of the word acceptance.
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