The Unpaved Road

By Robyn Jane Sheppard

This is a short autobiographical account of my transition from someone who was identified as male at birth, but was never happy that way. After several years, I realized that not only was I meant to be a woman, but that I had the means to become my true self.

While this book contains adult content, it is not an "adult" book in the classic meaning of the word.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robyn Jane Sheppard
• Release date: May 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476213552

Robyn Jane Sheppard

A middle-aged trans woman who, when asked what she wants to be when she grows up, usually answers, "I'm not even sure yet about the whole growing up thing." Married to her Princess Charming, she spends her time living between the real world and flights of fancy. She is currently working on her first e-book, which will either be a phantasmagorical pysco-sexual romance, or something else.

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The Unpaved Road

Robyn Jane Sheppard

Copyright 2010 by Robyn Jane Sheppard

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The Unpaved Road

One is not born a woman, but becomes one. –Simone de Beauvoir

Looking back on my life, I can see every step that brought me to where I am today. After all, hindsight is always 20-20, isn't it? But at the time, nothing was this clear.

When I was born, and for many years afterwards, my parents believed that they had a son. After all, I had the requisite plumbing, so they raised me—nowadays we'd say socialized me—as a boy. They gave me a boy's name—Robert—the whole nine yards. Boy clothes, boy toys, boy everything.

I hated the name Robert. At least they called me Bobby when I was younger, and that was a girl's name, wasn't it? Bobbie?

It wasn't until I was about six or seven that I began to