I feel that I should preface this by warning questioning people that looking for signs is generally not a good way to find out if you’re trans. Different people experience being trans in different ways.
Thank you lady_scarecrow for the above disclaimer. Very good advice ❤️
I remember reading Calvin and Hobbes, with their transmogrifier, and thinking I would write “girl” on it. Bit of foreshadowing I guess haha
I had thoughts of what it would be like if I was a girl and dreams of myself becoming a woman, I thought that it was my curiosity and that everyone did the same thing from time to time. Also, for a very long time I was interested in gender swaping stuff and switching bodies (and wished to experience something like that), I thought it’s just a weird fetish. Now that I think about it it’s kinda odd how long it took me to actually start questioning my gender.
I don’t think that’s odd, that’s just what no trans visibility and no exposure naturally leads to: eggs taking way too long to consider that possibility for themselves. I didn’t even know it was an option until 3 years ago, and it only took 2 years (and browsing trans subreddits) after that for me to finally crack.
Standard inexplicable discomfort being shirtless. Even if it’s stupidly hot. followed by… Male puberty! And reacting to aaaall the changes with NOPE, discomfort, and depression.
More recent egg-splattery (past year) I attribute to an anime (Onimai) and feeling a surprising amount of jealousy at the main character just… waking up a different sex and getting to relive their life like that.
The rest is MEEEEEEEEEEMES!!!
Ironically, this trans fem never had that. I loved being shirtless before self acceptance, and I still do now, post transition. But society has more of an issue with me being topless now than it did before
Haha, I walked around shirtless in the house a lot when I was 12-15. Mama would constantly be on my case about it but it was hot outside and it felt good to be shirtless, made me feel masculine (though obviously it’s not an inherently masculine thing, just made me specifically feel that way). I was completely unaware that I had boobs. They felt entirely disconnected from my body, like some foreign parasite that was stuck on my chest. Never had much feeling in them since they never felt like a part of my body. Every time I saw them in the mirror my brain would be like “error error wtf is that those aren’t supposed to be there”
Eventually I became aware of them and that people wouldn’t think I was a man with them, so I started binding as much as possible at around fifteen. Taking rest days from binding is extremely hard and I don’t do it as much as I should. After I get top surgery I’m going shirtless as much as humanly possible. Being shirtless is incredibly underrated.
One of my favourite things is seeing photos of guys when they’ve been able to go swimming shirtless for the first time. That huge smile is pure joy :)
It’s weird and I can’t really logic my way out of it, even home alone I just feel more at ease. Blanket, shirt, just gotta have something
Okay…so you know the music video for this song:
Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green day (Music Video Dialog)
[young couple relaxing together in a beautiful meadow]
Boy: “You know they say life is short. They say you wake up one day and, on that day, all of your dreams and, everything you wished for and you wanted are, gone just like that. Ya know? People… People get old and, ya know things change and and situations change and, what I want is I just, I want this moment right now this day, my feelings for you, the way you look right now, the way I look at you, I just want this to last forever. Ya know?”
Girl: “And it will. I mean no matter what we’ve always had this and had each other. You know nothing can change that. But I just want you to know, no matter what you always have somebody here for you, always and, I’m never gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you. [kiss] I love you.”
Boy: “I know. I know.”
Girl: “Don’t ever leave me.”
Boy: “I won’t.”
Girl: “Don’t ever leave.”
Boy: “I won’t, I won’t.”
[first part of song plays while video clips show their happy memories together]
[after about 90 seconds, song fades out abruptly as girl bursts out of house to confront boy]
Girl: “Tell me you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.”
Boy: “Do what?”
Girl: “Tell me you didn’t do it.”
Boy: “Didn’t do what?”
[she slaps him]
Girl: “Tell me you didn’t do it please please tell me you didn’t do it. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god! No no please don’t do this! Don’t do this!”
Boy: “Don’t do this don’t do this.”
Girl: “Please! How could you do that and not tell me?!”
Boy: “Don’t do this don’t do this. I wanted to tell you I was just-”
Girl: “I love you so much!”
Boy: “I love you too.”
Girl: “Don’t!”
Boy: “Oh stop stop stop just listen I-”
Girl: “How could you do this to me? How could you do this? Oh my god! Oh my god!”
Boy: “Wait I thought of all people you would understand. Why don’t you understand? I did this for us! I did this for us!”
Girl: “Oh my god! No no no!”
Boy: “This is supposed to make it easier! I thought you’d be proud of me! I though at least of all people you would understand why I did this!”
Girl: “Oh god oh my god!”
[second part of song plays while video clips show boy boarding bus to boot camp, getting head shaved, and going off to fight for the USA during the invasion of Iraq]
[song continues to play to the end while showing video clips of boy in war scenes and girl coping with loneliness and concern for his life]
That video was so emotionally raw and intense, and I was still a kid when I saw it. I somehow didn’t know the video was about the invasion of Iraq after 9/11, or I forgot. I just totally lost myself in the story of the couple.
I felt deeply about the argument, confident that I knew and truly understood what he had done and why he’d done it, in a way that most people couldn’t possibly understand.
Then as he got off the bus and the Sergent (or whatever) was yelling at him and the line of other guys, I started to get confused. When I saw the scene of all the guys getting their heads shaved one-by-one, it clicked in my head that what he’d done was sign up for the military to be shipped off to Iraq.
So what had I thought he’d done?
I had thought he’d submitted all the paperwork to have a sex change surgery and that she had found the confirmation letter indicating the scheduled date of surgery. And I had thought that “sex change surgery” meant having the genitals completely removed.
…yeah…
Can anyone relate? lol
Hitting subscribe on egg_irl.
They’re just funny relatable memes, still cis tho
Along the same lines: being amused by egg_irl and yet feeling a vague and nebulous yet irresistible sense that it would be dangerous to subscribe and therefore avoiding it.
Still cis tho.
Yeah totally. All boys dream of being a girl some day. If only we were trans. But ya know
Still cis tho. 😂
I was constantly thinking “damn I hate masculinity and I want to have as little of it as posssible, very normal cis thing”
Sometimes I feel like this is basically my gender 😂
Up until I realized that I am trans, I always felt really awkward going into the men’s restroom. I would always check the signs like 5 times and then I’d go in, see the urinals, and still feel like I was somehow in the wrong place.
I also hated having my top off, and I rarely swam until I discovered rash guards. In middle school we were required to do swimming for gym and they didn’t allow me to wear my rash guard and I felt so embarrassed the entire time.
I relate hard to the men’s restroom feelings. To the point I avoided going in public at all costs.
Over the weekend was actually the very first time I used the woman’s restroom. I would of held it but damn does Spiro make me need to pee, lol.
I waited till no one was in there and it was both exhilarating and relieving (more ways than one, hehe!). Had the added bonus of wearing a face mask to better blend in. Looked up in the mirror while washing my hands and saw a woman. I saw me ❤️
Congrats on using the women’s restroom for the first time! I know it takes a lot of courage, and the first time I did my mother and sister went with just in case there were problems, and it was still quite nerve wracking because there were a lot of other women in there too.
Spiro is indeed a bitch sometimes lol. I appreciate that it blocks my T, but damn does it makes me have to piss a lot. I can’t wait to get an orchi some day lol.
A common trope in my history is, “Why do they get it and I don’t?”
Lots of envy regarding feminine folk.
I (mtf) used to have the classic embarrassment about going shirtless as a boy, took me years to somewhat overcome. Still somewhat feel it these days but I begrudgingly deal with it anyway because my area is warm as heck.
Also always thought being a man was meh and women were fucking amazing and interesting in pretty much every way but that was totally because I was attracted to them and respectful, still totally cis though!
A particularly sad/hilarious one is the intense and euphoric recurring dreams about being a girl followed by inevitably waking up devastated, that’s totally a thing everyone has, right? Right, guys??
THE SHIRTLESS NIGHTMARE! I forgot about those, I got them so often. Now I want to know how common it is in cis boys.
I didn’t know about the shirtless thing being a sign. I did have a time like that but I had assumed it was because I didn’t like my fat body and later puberty body hair. It might have been more complicated that that 😅
I may have done something similar about the women thing too. Can’t say about the dreams though.
Haha yup, I didn’t connect the dots until I heard some trans folks bring it up a while ago, seen it mentioned a few extra times since. I definitely had some of the body image thing going on too but in hindsight there was some big, unknown discomfort I couldn’t quite put my finger on at the time. I legit couldn’t put into words just how deeply weird it felt to have my chest exposed and it bewildered people nearly as much as it did myself lol.
I forgot until later that somewhere nearish to that time I also felt weird about it because I thought somehow everyone messed up at my birth and thought I was a boy, but I wasn’t and no one knew but me. 😂 I was young enough to not know enough anatomy, but the thought still 😅
An entrance exam for some psychiatrist thing as a kid asked if I wanted to be the other sex/gender (idr the wording). I cried and took a while to answer that. And then I forgot about it for a decade.
I remember I went to school mental health counseling sessions in 7th grade (Christian private school. Yuck.) and the counselor asked me “do you wish that you were born as a different gender?” (I have no idea how that even came up) And I replied “uhhhh I don’t care, I wouldn’t mind either” trying to play it cool and in my head I was like “holy shit I want to be a boy” but immeditely felt this weird shame and fear about it.
Yeah, I lied too
I feel that I should preface this by warning questioning people that looking for signs is generally not a good way to find out if you’re trans. Different people experience being trans in different ways.
Having said that… There were so many signs. Daydreaming about being a girl. Being uncomfortable about being shirtless in public. Feeling a deep admiration for women. Nearly only relating to female characters. Never falling in love for gay men despite being attracted to men.
I remember when I was playing the sims. I made a female character and the game was so much fun. Then after my sim died, I decided to make a male character, and suddenly I lost interest in the game. It was the exact same game, but being a woman just seemed so much more fun… I should’ve known.
I feel that I should preface this by warning questioning people that looking for signs is generally not a good way to find out if you’re trans. Different people experience being trans in different ways.
What is a good way to find out if you’re trans?
As I see it at least, the one thing that actually matters is finding out if you’d be happier living as a different gender than the one you currently live as.
I put that disclaimer there because I’ve seen many posts from people saying they think they might be trans, “but I didn’t have any childhood signs”, “but I don’t see myself as [insert gender here]”, “but I don’t have dysphoria” (very often they do, they just fail to recognize it as such). My sibling in Christ, none of that matters. If you know you’d rather live as a different gender than the one you’re living as, just do it.
Thank you for that. And you are absolutely right! Questioning people looking for signs is not a good idea because it all comes from within. It is self discovery and not something other people can put on you.
Do you mind if I use your first paragraph as an actual preface in my post? I will of course give you credit.
Feel free to do that.
I could never explain why I always wore long sleeves and pants when I went to school. I don’t think there was a single day where I went to school in shorts, and not a single day I went to school without long-sleeves (some days I would wear short-sleeve shirts but I would bring a long sleeve shirt to put over it). I felt exposed and uncomfortable otherwise. I was a good student, but the only class I did poorly in was gym because they graded you based on whether you dressed according to dress-code, and I refused because it required changing into shorts and a short-sleeved t-shirt in a locker room full of boys. I tried it a couple times but just couldn’t keep doing it. I think the teachers thought I was just defiant or something, but I was meek and just uncomfortable.
I remember being in third grade and wearing a literal winter coat to school every day in the heat of summer (this being in the south). I remember being extremely sweaty and uncomfortable on the bus rides especially where it was crowded and there wasn’t AC, but I never took that coat off.
I never understood why I always felt ashamed of my body and wanted to cover every part of it. Before realizing I am trans I thought maybe I had a repressed memory of sexual abuse or something, but now it makes more sense to me why I had that kind of relationship to my body.
This was me. Oh my god I always needed my clothing to cover as much as possible. Always hated shorts because I thought my legs were disgustingly hairy (not really) and I needed to wear a hoodie everywhere. No matter how hot it was.
Strangely I hid my legs before the hair started coming in, but I do think it got more intense after that.
I guess that’s another memory / thought that didn’t make sense until after transition. When hair started to come in on my legs when I was a teenager, I really didn’t like it and started shaving it, despite also feeling insecure about my masculinity and wishing I were like the other boys in my puberty (which was coming too late and too weak to keep up). I wanted to be normal and that was more important, but I still hated the changes that came with male puberty (though I didn’t think of it that way, I didn’t really contextualize it, I just instinctively shaved it until I felt I couldn’t keep getting away with it).
I did the same thing basically. Also started shaving my arms for a while because they got to a point where they seemed “too” hairy. Stopped and had to play boy when I got made fun of for it. 😓
I remember telling my sister when I was around nine “I wish I was the son he never had” (referring to my dad). She scoffed and said that was a stupid thing to say. Little did we know…
She is very supportive of me nowadays. We were kids then and she didn’t know any better. I got pretty lucky in the sister game.
I remember asking my brother something like “if you could come back and live another life after this one, would you want to see what it was like as a girl?” he was like “noo??” I was like “oh…” and years later it was like “OHHH!”
“I am not trans, I just wish I was a gender different than what I was assigned. That’s normal, everyone feels that way sometimes. Sure wish I could transition, but too bad I’m not trans. Did I say I’m not trans?”
Please, don’t call me put like this
Probably the biggest one for me was always feeling discomfort when being referred to or referring to myself as a “man”. I didn’t have any problem with words like “male”, “guy”, “dude”, “lad”, “boy”, “fella”, etc., but “man” was just one step too far, apparently.
Always figured it was just a reaction to my strong distaste for toxic masculinity, and/or a reluctance to grow up. With hindsight, it seems silly that it wasn’t a dead giveaway.
I also explained away my feelings with my disgust of toxic masculinity 😄
