Nancy Wichmann

I can't believe it's getting so close. I'm going to meet my sister and she's promised me a whole new family! We haven't told Bree so it will be a complete surprise.

I got a check from one of my customers and decided it's a good time to go meet my new family. I am so excited to finally be going to Maine to meet my sister face-to-face! This is going to be so fantastic!

For a bit of background: I bought some stuff from Donna on eBay shortly after Laura died. I have had a few messages back and forth with some of my sellers, but for some reason, it was different with Donna. When I realized that a friendship was developing, I had to set the record straight and tell her that I was using my femme name and that I was a man -- well, at the time I thought I was. Donna wrote back and told me I was wrong; she knew I was really a woman. She knew it before I did!

Well, so far I am dealing with this anniversary without too much trouble. I started out working on a new technique for web sites. Then I went and finally got my nails done after five weeks.

And now I'm finishing up actually upgrading this web site, which is long overdue. I've learned an awful lot about Drupal since I started with this site.

I've been struggling with a particularly annoying work problem all day, so I got "out of uniform" early this evening.

I looked at everything I have in the kitchen (that took about 6.5 seconds) and nothing sounded good. So I decided to go get some BBQ at a place nearby. I didn't even think about the way I was dressed (jeans, no wig). AS I got to the register to pay, the young woman asked, "Are you trying to disguise me today?" (Hey, it's the South, so that's a normal way to say it.)

I had to laugh all the way home. Getting "busted" for not being dressed!

Well, I had a marvelous experience. I won't go into why, but I needed to have a gown for the Christmas party worked on in a hurry (the party is in 2 days).

I checked the Yellow Pages and found two places nearby. One said she could have it back to me tomorrow, the other said she could do it today. So I went to the latter.

She treated me like any other woman, and even suggested doing something different from what I originally had in mind. She first pinned it the way I asked, then did it her way. I couldn't believe that I can do what she suggested, but it looked fabulous!

I couldn't be happier with her and her work. It is so refreshing in this up-tight "moral" town to find someone who treats me like a human being.

For those who will be seeing me Saturday, I hope you're as impressed by the gown as I was. Everyone else will have to wait for the pictures.

I was just getting ready to get my mother off to the center for the day. I was inadvertently standing in front of a mirror when I removed my panties. I just can't imagine how wonderful it's going to be when I can do that and not be disappointed that IT is still there.

We heard from the lawyer today. Because of the second estate claim, the whole thing is being delayed. Now it looks like the money won't be coming until around the first of April. So I had to write and delay my surgery. Very disappointing. But it might make it so my "rebith" may coincide with my original birth date.

I went to another support group in Myrtle Beach (part of an outreach from Kappa Beta). They were having a presentation by a girl who had her surgery about 3 months before. We had a lot in common so I talked to her and her roommate (who will being having her surgery in April). I did have some concerns that made me wonder if delaying mine might be a good idea.

I received an email from the surgeon's office. Since they hadn't heard anything from me, they were wondering if I was still on for the surgery. After several emails back and forth, I managed to preserve my original date of May 2. I had to send them a copy of my name change, driver's license, and a bank statement to show that I am living full time. I also found out that I don't really need a letter from a therapist saying that I should have the surgery. I may still try to obtain one.

"I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

"My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you." -- Audre Lorde

Who Am I?

I was born genetically male with no gross chromosomal irregularities. I was an Army brat with no real roots; we moved a lot until I was 16.