The Life of a Transgender Person.
"Dear reader, I hope you are prepared for this story, keep your mind free from all kinds of taboos, rules and prejudices to enjoy it well. I believe you are curious and I am already saying that perhaps you identify with some parts, or perhaps find in the book a knowledge you never imagined you had or just end up confused.
Nice to meet you, I'm Stevan, but you can call me Téhh. Taking advantage of what I said about the name ... Stefany was my baptismal name. Although I didn't think it suited me, it didn't bother me so much, only when I met a girl by that name, or if I looked a lot physically, because I felt weird when compared to them.
Just a few months ago I was born; I'm actually twenty-four years old, but the day I was really born was exactly three months ago.When I was born, I was registered with the female, and to make matters worse, everyone believed it faithfully and started dressing and treating me like a girl. I don't know where they got the idea that women should wear pink, and men, blue, I just know it only made things worse! I only got dolls and so many toys that girls usually get at this age.
I was in a woman's body, so much so that it put on my birth record that I was female. Everyone saw me as a woman, but there was only one problem, I wasn't a woman and I didn't know how it would affect my life and what the result would be. "
