Many of you have known me for some time. Those who have are probably aware of my history of feminine behavior and obsession with feminine things. Well after all these years, I’ve finally been able to put 2 and 2 together.

I am a woman.

In hindsight, it should have been obvious. Had there been any trans representation in my life, or had my upbringing been less staunchly conservative (read: stifling), perhaps I’d have figured it out sooner. But I am grateful that at last I understand the very root of the dissatisfaction with myself.

No amount of weight loss, or muscle gained, no hair style or beard type, no clothing or success has ever made me like myself. I felt like a walking imposter trapped inside a coffin. Like a ghost haunting the wrong cemetery. Nothing about me felt right. But this does. This is finally right.

I don’t mind if those who know me refer to me as “Scier” since that’s kind of a gender neutral name. One I carried for a long time to escape my own. But my new fursona is “Hel” like my username on so many things. The image of strength and power does a lot to inspire my transition goals.

I’d be happy to answer a few questions for those interested. I appreciate anybody who wants to reach out. And for the select few that may have any issue, feel free to join my family in the absence of contact. I’m still the same person inside, I just want my outside to reflect that.

~Hel