Guest post by "Tyler" at the beginning of my transition, I wasn't so focused on stereotypes as I was desperately trying to convey to the world that I was not a girl. I never wore basket ball shorts or made sexist jokes or liked cars. But then, my mother tried to squash the transness out of me and I was an adult before I even got to buy underwear I actually liked (briefs > all other kinds of undies, in terms of comfort). I did however suppress my love of pretty things, to try to get her to take me seriously and stop saying I was just confused which made me very sad. I'm still a while away from a medical transition, but at least I'm not ashamed to wear skirts now and then anymore. I have days where my dysphoria is too much to even consider wearing something that would make people mistake me for a woman, but not every day.
