Wednesday I went to school and then work. Again I did not see my mom that morning and when I got home, she still didn’t say hello to me. So I got cleaned up and went back downstairs and asked her about it. She said she was waiting for me to talk to her. Not like something I really wanted to talk about… Anyway, I proceded to tell her everything. I wasn’t gonna keep anything back since this was my chance to come out and be completely truthful. If I lied now it would be just that much harder later.
I basically told her what is in my bio plus everything else that made a difference. I showed her pictures, she eventually read my bio on my website. There was alot of crying and emotion between the both of us. She kind of freaked, she thinks its her fault for how I am. I repeatedly told her for the next week it wasn’t her fault and even if she had done her pregnancy perfect (it pretty much was) I still would of turned out this way. I told her I do not blame her and I do not have a problem. I also mentioned that even if there was a “fix” I would not want it. I am happy how I am and like being me.
I told my dad the next day. He was thinking I was gay or something. He actually had no problem with me being transgendered. His biggest concern for me was my future and he expressed his concern for my future difficulties as wanting to live as a woman.
My brother and one of my sisters found out because they both overheard my parents and I talking about it. There was alot of talking and emotions between my mom and I for about a week or so. She had the hardest time with it.
Its been a month now since my family found out and the only one that really ever talks to me about it is my mom. My brother still hasn’t even told me he knows. My mom says he doesn’t know how to talk to me about it. My other sister who lives in Atlanta still doesn’t know but I plan on telling her soon, whenever she gets back into town. I don’t think its something I should tell her over the phone. My brother doesn’t want to loose a brother but wants me to be happy, my sister is upset but she too wants me to be happy and understand me more then anyone else in my family. My mom wants to make my life as happy and wonderful as possible now since she thinks its her fault I have been unhappy for most of it and my dad supports me too 100%. I am very lucky to have such a supportive and loving family to help me through this. It was my biggest fear that they wouldn’t love me anymore and I would have to do it all on my own.
Conincidentally it was the same weekend that my parents found out about Erin but that was all discussed earlier. I had a blast in Atlanta. The main reason I was going to Atlanta was to attend a Southern Belle Society social so I could become a full member and not be a Belle in waiting. I met soo many cool people and made quite a few friends. I spent the weekend up there, Friday afternoon till Monday night. I have some pictures posted from that weekend.
Friday night we went out to a bar called Model T’s to meet up with the other Belles to start off. After that we kind of just cruised around to a few other places that I cannot remember lol. Saturday night we went out again to a club called Le Buzz then to the Breaking Point. Sunday night we stayed in and got into a little trouble on Yahoo! lol. Doing the webcam thing and the mic was alot of fun. I recieved the nickname “Pinky” that night from others in chat rooms cause of my pink tank I was wearing. We had soo much fun, me and Laura Rose. She was doing her femme voice while the cam was on me lol. She is alot of fun and really cool. I had one too many drinks too that night lol. Monday was the SBS social at Lana Nicholes house. Her yearly Memorial Day cookout. It was great. I got to meet some more Belles while enjoying good food (thanks Lana) and some killer drinks. AJ, nice job! Laurie actually got me to get into the hot tub in a bikini OMG!! I felt half naked lol. Later that night a few of us went out to Le Buzz but it was dead, kind of boring. I headed home at midnite.
All in all, a great weekend!! Hotlanta has me hooked!







My name is Erin. I was not always named Erin and I was not always a girl. One could argue that I am not a girl, perhaps a boy or both; maybe neither.

