The Mystic Rose

The Mystic Rose, a rose of mixed colors that can only be believed if it is seen. That's what most of the stories says about it, but there are other stories as well. Stories about how it isn't even a rose at all, how it's a person, a jewel, or something no one is quite sure what. The oldest stories say it's something different for each generation, and it shows up for a limited time every twenty years and the only one who knows just what the Mystic Rose is, is the person it shows itself to.

I was born in April 1955 as the heir to my father. My older brother should have been, he had the same initials as dad, but he was mentally retarded and had a heart condition from birth. According to my mother she knew from the time I was growing inside her that I would be a boy and the heir they had hope my brother could have been.
I have known for as long as I can remember that I was different that there was something not right about me. I am a M2F (male to female) transsexual. I am currently on HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy); I started on HRT October 1, 2007. I have been in therapy for GID (Gender Identity Disorder) since February 2007. I have not set a time yet for completing my transition to becoming the woman I know I am inside. There are so many things involved in transitioning that most people have no clue about. The differences between the sexes are so vast and all of my life I have led a life that just never fit who I am inside. I have learned so much and yet there is still so much that I still don't know about being the woman I always knew I was.