The Shemale Diaries

I was literally over the moon when I returned to the apartment my step-sister and I shared. Apart from really having a great time with Steve and really being able to explore sex the way we wanted to, I convinced myself that the new me, the real Colleen, was perfect for the world.
The following day was going to be a huge day for me. It was not possible for me to attend the classes as a female unless I met with the registrar to both explain my situation and to change the name on my admissions. Although I had already applied to have my name changed from David to Colleen and was awaiting the court date so I could stand before a judge, it would not be until after the semester started and it would not be “a good thing” to become Colleen before my fellow student’s eyes. I got up in the morning full of hope and not seeing a problem with this being done since it would be legal soon anyway and, as I sat in the registrar’s office as Colleen, I waited with baited breath.
Finally, I was shown into his office and he asked, “What can I do for you young lady?” He seemed friendly enough even though he was a big man and in his late fifties, he appeared, on the surface at least, to have an open mind.
“I need to change my registration,” I said confidently.
He looked at me and asked my name and when I said David, he looked at me oddly, his already pale skin went stark white. “Explain yourself,” he commanded suddenly changing from mild to judgmental. I explained to him that although I was born male, I really was female inside and assured him that I had applied to the courts for a name change. His pronounced frown sent a dark pall over his desk and he asked simply, “Physiologically, what are you?” When I told him that I was male, he rudely chuckled and asked, “So where are you going to the bathroom boy? You sure are not going to use the girls facilities and you are certainly not going to play any female team sports. I do not see this as practical.”
To be honest, I had never thought of going to the bathroom or taking a piss. He was right that I could not use the men’s room but to bar me from the girls’ was not fair. “It isn’t going to happen son,” he said with such condescention it sent a shiver up my back. “But,” I began to protest before he cut me off.
“Do you know what would happen if a female student complained that there was a pervert using her toilet? Beyond that,” he boomed, “How in the hell do I know that you have no interest in women? How do I know that you don’t want to secretly take pictures of naked girls. It is not going to happen. You are David! You are a male and that is how you will be registered if you want to go to school here.” Suddenly, his tone softened and, as he read the computer screen with my scholastic data said, “It would be a shame to lose such a bright mind though.” After telling me he would have to confer with the university president and the legal department he said that the school would advise him of the outcome before the school year began. “Him,” I thought knowing that the sneer on my face was obvious. “Look at me man, do I look like a him to you? You sexist unrelenting bastard,” I thought. I stood and left his office.
When Linda go home later in the day, she found me in my room crying inconsolably. When I told her about my meeting with the registrar, she wrapped her arms around me and held me like a mother holds her daughter. “What am I going to do?” I sobbed. For two weeks, I could not shake the misery I felt in spite of my step sister being such a sweetie. When the letter finally arrived, I ripped open the envelope with guarded optimism. Surely they could see I was a shemale. Surely they would make some kind of concession for my plight. As I read the letter, my eyes filled with tears. They could not see that I was a shemale and they would not make any concessions. Even after I had my name legally changed, they said, would they allow it simply because of the bathroom shit. I had no idea what to do. Would it be wise to be my shemale self and have professors address me as David? I could handle the jeers from fellow students since I had gone through school being the class geek and they always made fun of me. Now I would be surrounded by adults and if one of those adults happened to be some bible thumping hypocrite who thought the answer to shemales was beating them to death, could I handle that? Dejected and depressed, I curled up in my bed for three days straight and not even Linda could get me up. If I needed to pee, I got up went, and then returned to the safety of my bed. On the morning of the fourth day I awoke and yelled out, “Fuck all of you! I am Colleen NOT David and I will be damned if you bastards are going to ban me from school. Tough shit if any of you don’t like it. Give me your worst and I will fucking well take it.”
I got up and dressed then I walked the campus. I found that there were three placed on or near the campus where they had single bathrooms that I could go into. There was a small coffee shop not more than a ten minute walk that I could go to and use if needed. So if the bathroom was the problem, I just solved it so, defiantly, on the first day of school, Colleen got dressed and went in for her first day of university as a Shemale and I would deal with everything else after. It would have to be the registrar to keep me out of school because I was going to learn to be a scientist and I was going to do it as Colleen and if they did not like it then they would be the ones to expel me. “After all,” I thought, “I could always be in porn movies.”
Next time, I am going to tell you about my first day of university and the bad shit that happened as well as some not too bad stuff. In the meantime, if you want to check out one of my very favorite porno sites that is pure Exotic Shemale heaven.

Thank you for visiting me
Colleen

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