T-Girl Private Parts (Emphasis on “Private”)

It’s so odd to me how so many t-girls (including me) get quizzed about our private parts as soon as the person learns we’re a t-girl and the conversation is even minimally personal.  And the person doing the quizzing is, oddly, almost always male.

It’s as if the guys are gathering data to decide if they consider me worthy of being granted the privilege of being considered a female by them, from then on.  I mean, wow, I don’t see guys quizzing non-t-girls whom they barely know about the shape of their body ‘down there.’  Imagine the reaction they’d get.  But with a t-girl it’s supposedly okay.  Except that really it’s not.  Really not.

  1. It’s rude
  2. It’s none of the guys’ business
  3. The shape of her privates doesn’t make a t-girl any more or less of a girl, fundamentally, using a science-based, non-superficial standard of what makes a girl a girl. Her brain structure remains the same, regardless: female.

I’m getting kinda tired of this sort of quizzing. Being a reasonably decent chess player, I like to anticipate and prevent issues. Ironically, during a chess game today, someone who seems to be preoccupied with my looks (as in, he likes them) went way outside normal polite guy-chess-player and female-chess-player polite conversation and told me there’s something intriguing (in a positive way, for him) about me and he can’t put his finger on it.  Exotic and erotic, is what he called it.  Well, I decided I’d finally give him the additional piece of the puzzle and I told him I’m a t-girl. Here’s how I phrased it::

I’m a t-girl (emphasis on “girl”) and no, this isn’t a license to start quizzing me about the past, present or future shape of my private parts.

I think that’s pretty good word economy, especially for me.  It normally takes me three paragraphs just to say “good morning.”

And here’s how I looked today (and no, I didn’t show this to him).

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Dilemma as to Male-Shaped Body Parts “Down There”

A major question for each t-girl to reconcile is “how can I be a girl if I have  male-shaped body parts ‘down there’?”

On the premise of “whatever is ‘down there’ determines gender” , the answer is: you can’t. Fortunately, that premise has gone the way of the flat-earth premise (for similar reasons) though it’s taking a while for the news to reach the more-conservative sub-cultures of the US. Now that I understand that I’m a girl due to my brain structure, the shape of my privates is really irrelevant … fundamentally.

Enough female lovers have complimented me that I can conclude I have a nicely-shaped, well-functioning, large-but-not-too-large plumbing, and I don’t hate it … but if I were to wake up tomorrow morning being female-shaped ‘down there’ I’d be very happy about that.

One of my mentors used to be married to a transgender girl, and he had funded a partial penectomy for her. The way he described the result, she still had a penis afterwards but it was very short, with the shaft part having been removed. He explained that this enabled her to look good in a thong, as in a bikini, in public.

This possibility really resonated with me. The ability to be seen in public in a bikini, without a bulge … that appeals to me very much.

So, lacking a rich husband or thousands of dollars for the relevant surgery, I went to Amazon.com and spent $30 on a “gaff.” It’s tight, and it keeps things in shape so well that my lower body now looks like the female that I am, brain-structure-wise. Yay! (The picture is not of me, it’s from the Amazon website).


One day, after I have made lots of money and have paid off my business debt, and I’ve had some other surgeries done, I do plan to have ‘the surgery’ — not just a partial penectomy but the whole male-to-female shape change, as to ‘down there.’ Until then, this gaff serves me well.

I stayed at a nice casino resort in Las Vegas last week. I went down to the pool area, and for the first time, I enjoyed being out in public in a skimpy yellow bikini. I wore the skin-colored gaff right next to my skin and then the bikini over it. Classic stripper-girl trick: I also wore another, more-skimpy bikini over that. This gives the visual effect of wearing something very risque while in fact there’s more coverage yet.


When I’m sitting, the angle of my body makes my tummy look weird, but I like the rest of the picture so I’m posting it, even so.


It felts so good to no longer be “hiding in the shadows” as to pool-side fun.

Lastly: someone has reminded me that it’s not typical feminine behavior to be that happy about my lingerie. I’m sure she is 100% in the right. Even so, I AM excited and I hope I’ve explained the reasons why for me, this is a very happy development.