Shaelyn

By E.T Martin

All those caught somewhere between sexualities and genders yearning to find love
Parents and friends of these our most courageous and special of people
Every male and female of every sexual orientation

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: May 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781504308533

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Balboa Press rev. date: 05/22/2017

CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1:     Earliest years

Chapter 2:     Adolescence

Chapter 3:     Sam

Chapter 4:     Final year of School and first year in the world

Chapter 5:     God is merciful

Chapter 6:     Doctors

Chapter 7:     First surgery

Chapter 8:     Internet

Chapter 9:     Confusion for all

Chapter 10:     Cameron

Chapter 11:     He’s here!

Chapter 12:     Cameron meets unconscious Sissy

Chapter 13:     ¹st Drive—Getting to know us— Sissy’s sex change

Chapter 14:     Disbelief

Chapter 15:     Conspirators

Chapter 16:     Final surgery

Chapter 17:     Post op

Chapter 18:     Pregnant Proposal

Chapter 19:     Marriage

Chapter 20:     Healing with Sissy & Helen

Chapter 21:     Honeymoon

Chapter 22:     Sissy

Epitaph:     The author

Dedication

For those we should love the most

It was from the outset the wish of the sisters (Shaelyn & Shannon) portrayed on the cover that this biography serves as an inspiration and beacon of hope to those walking that tight rope between sexualities or genders trying to find their rightful path. The girl’s greatest hope is that this book helps and inspirers others.

This biography could not have been written without the uncompromising willingness of Shaelyn to be completely open and honest about the most intimate details of her amazing life’s journey or without Shannon’s near lifelong addiction to keeping her daily journal being the two principle accounts used to compile this shared biography affording me the writer; an incredible under bright florescent light (hiding nothing) insight and perspective into the life of a person whose sexual identity does not correspond with their physical body and just as importantly into the lives of those closest to that person.

Writing this biography has been one of the rarest most truly rewarding privileges of my life; seeing our family grow with the unofficial adoption of two of the most precious young ladies into our home and our hearts. My family gave their all in the support of writing of this book. My partner’s tireless research provided me with so much information causing me to question you want me to read all of that? before I adamantly stated I’m writing a book not reading a library with my partner responding in her usual lovingly laughing manner well it helps to know what you’re writing about. My partner’s total love and support for the girls and myself as all four of us worked on the book between intermittently ferrying cups of tea up the stairs announcing I thought we could all use a cup of tea? and the assistance given by our two beautiful, well adjusted, moral, law abiding, hardworking, loving and openly gay sons who opened up about their own experiences sharing with their parents some of the most intimate details of their lives.

INTRODUCTION

This shared biography is the passionate, romantic, salacious, heart wrenching, erotic, hilarious and incredibly uplifting story of two twins who share the most beautiful of dreams; the correction that one of them was born with a sexual identity that did not match their physical body. Together they would stand united in the face of adversity determined they would face anything and everything in pursuit of their shared dream. Two siblings armed only with their love for the other would change their world and correct Mother Nature herself drawing on a bottomless well of shared single minded courage coupled with an unbreakable commitment to each other.

This biography contains medical facts, procedures and statistics in an easy to understand everyday manner within the context of this amazing shared life’s story but it is so much more than just a Sexual Reassignment Surgery for dummies or a hot hands in the shower account of male on male sexuality although the manuscript was toned down just a little for publication so not to be seen as being too salacious (in your face erotic). More importantly past, behind and thru the sex scenes is a shared life’s story filled with triumphs and tragedies with twists and turns of fate right to the last page.

Put simply this is a must read for all those walking the all too often; unloved, lonely and silent razors edge between sexualities and genders and all those who once claimed or do love these most beautiful of people. Heterosexuals go through life knowing only that one station in life to which they are born however; these courageous people have the rare privilege of seeing life from a completely different perspective.

This story is one of never ending hope that is as truly awe inspiring as it is cruelly tragic, side splittingly funny and as erotic as publication will permit.

Anyone with half a heart will cheer, feel aroused, laugh out loud and cry openly however not in that order or in equal proportion. All names with the exception of the two sisters (Shannon and Shaelyn) have been changed to respect the privacy of the sisters and all those who shared in their incredible journey.

Before reading the book it is important to understand that all humans are initially and inherently female at the moment of conception. The female form is the default template for all mammalian species this is an undisputed irrefutable biological fact!

Human chromosomes pair together in a female as XX with the male pairing being XY. The X under the male pairing is the inescapable and undeniable legacy of the original female blue print design. Sorry guys but the girls really did get there first!

Furthermore validation of the female being the original design template is that a YY coupling is not possible and couldn’t produce a human anyway; the X chromosome is the base chromosome for all mammals. All males are conceived initially female from the biggest strongest most masculine male on the planet to the most sensitive and feminine of males secretly wearing a dress behind closed doors. All males are originally female!

How is gender determined in the womb? Good question; all zygotes (earliest embryonic stage) are female with the final gender being determined biologically around the ninth week after conception. Until this time all human fetuses only contain X chromosomes however any X chromosome can adapt to become a Y chromosome depending on the balance of pro-male and anti-male genes within each individual chromosome.

If the pro-male and anti-male genes are in equal proportion within the chromosome it will remain X producing a female and if there is an overbalance of anti-male genes the chromosome will also remain an X by default however If an X chromosome has an overbalance of pro-male genes an adaption from X to Y will result producing a male.

Individual human chromosomes have a 66.6% chance biologically of being female and a 33.3% chance biologically of being male. It is fortunate for humanity that chromosomes need to pair up to function and as such only one of the two XX’s in a female has to adapt to a Y making a XY chromosome coupling to produce a male; which somewhat levels the gender playing field producing an almost 50% female and 50% male birth rate in nature.

It is during the ninth week of pregnancy that an embryo which has adapted to a XY chromosome coupling produces a surge in testosterone from the activation of the SRY gene (Sex-determining Region of an adapted Y chromosome) producing a male; which is only more proof that the female is the human template as standard X chromosomes don’t have an SRY gene.

Previous paragraphs are why every pediatrician will tell you that should twins be born with one twin being male and the other twin female; the female twin will statistically have the higher chance of survival and the female will also generally be the stronger and healthier of the twins in the first few weeks of life. The rationale supporting this medically observed fact is simple; the female twin has simply evolved and developed from the original default design template and hasn’t undergone the significant natural embryonic re-engineering to become male. Perhaps instead of God creating Eve for Adam it was considerably more likely that Adam was created for Eve.

Even the colors we choose to represent the genders pink for female and blue for male support the fact that we are all conceived female as the colors are based upon females being born a healthy blood flushed pink color indicating a strong circulatory system compared with the usually blue complexion of males at birth indicating cyanosis (bluing of the extremities) showing a poorer circulatory system.

With Mother Nature’s differentiation between the sexes so precariously balanced is it any wonder in light of these facts that there are so many males out there who are not exactly aligned towards what most western societies refer to as a normal heterosexual lifestyle?

The largest and most celebrated study into the demographics of human sexual orientation was conducted by Dr. Alfred Kinsley in 1948 and remains currently recognized as the undisputed corner stone in this field of study. Dr. Kinsley published his findings titled Sexual Behavior in the Human Male reporting 37% of men had achieved orgasm through contact with another male after adolescence with half of these men who had same-sex sexual experiences regarding themselves as heterosexual rather than homosexual. These numbers in comparison with female statistics are huge with females coming in at only 4%. There are over nine times as many men crossing the heterosexual line than women.

For parents who have or even for a second believe they may have a child that is not heterosexual please tread very lightly and seek professional counseling for your child and yourself as the suicide rate for males between 15-19 years of age indicates males are three times more likely to suicide than females with that rate jumping alarmingly to eight times more likely between the ages of 20-24. Depression is a symptom but the cause is all too often a sexual identity crisis.

Dr. Kinsley acknowledged his reported findings were very likely conservative compared to actual figures due to social stigma, embarrassment, shame and the reluctance of some interviewee’s to answer some of the test questions even through the test subject males were completely anonymous.

The William’s Institute paper of 2011 How many people are lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender accounts for people who openly report as one sexuality or another and does not account for the masses that don’t openly report or report falsely (closet) however both the William’s Institute and research used in the production of this biography concur with Dr. Kinsley’s findings with regards to the conservative outcome of 37% as current research via social media indicates a much higher percentage of males are in some way on a journey to re-connect with their inherited femininity.

CHAPTER 1

Earliest years

Shannon was born at four thirty eight in the morning and I was born seventeen minutes later at four fifty five (twins). We were premature by three weeks and identical in almost every way and with our parents naming us Shannon and Shane. The only obvious difference between us was that Shannon was taken home in a pink blanket whilst I was wrapped in a blue blanket. Shannon was female and I was male.

One of my first memories was of drinking too much cordial prior to leaving our house for our weekly visit to our grandparent’s house with our mother. I was only four years old and as a result of my love of cordial and having consumed way too much prior to leaving home I made my mother aware in the car, in traffic I have to pee with my mother urging me hold on, we’re almost at nana’s. Unfortunately I couldn’t hold on and saturated my shorts in the car just outside our grandparent’s house. I would need a change of clothes.

My mother was beside herself as she realised inside our grandparents house that she had forgotten a change of clothes for me and as my mother always seemed to be getting a little flack over her parental skills from my grandmother as we grew up I suppose showing up on grandmother’s doorstep with me wringing wet without having a change of clothes wasn’t going to improve their view of her parenting abilities. In our mother’s rush she had mistakenly packed two dresses instead of a dress and pair of shorts and shirt for me. Shannon my older twin sister (by seventeen minutes) was my only sibling who I apparently called Sissy from birth. Sissy will kill me (laughingly) for leaving her formal introduction into this book to the third paragraph. I can hear Sissy laughing why wasn’t I introduced in the first paragraph? With me pointing out her name was the first word written down. Sissy was my first spoken word.

Sissy was always our mother’s secret favourite and perhaps because of this quiet unspoken favoritism or because our mother was beautifully forgetful especially on the build up to visits to our grandmothers house she’d accidently arrived without a change of clothes for me; the boy. I remember my mother saying little boys who go to the toilet in their shorts will have to wear their sister’s dress today scolding me as she changed me into my first dress at our grandparent’s house.

I liked Sissy’s dress much better than my shorts! I remember the sensation of the air between my legs was like being free and unencumbered compared to my shorts the dress just felt right; I don’t know how or why but the fact that I remember this sensation so early in my life speaks to the impact it had on me. Our mother was absolutely beautiful like most mothers and it wasn’t her fault or doing but I think this is where my journey started.

Sissy was not only my only sibling but also my only early childhood companion as we lived in a sparsely populated rural area. Sissy definitely very much influenced my thoughts, opinions, likes and dislikes in my early childhood years, during my adolescent development and in fact my whole life. I’m not implying nurture over nature as I believe that’s a senseless and pointless argument anyway; if more people expended their energies just accepting people and less time trying to label or diagnose why or who they are and just accepted them for being them the world would be a much better place! Who cares about what people do behind closed doors between consenting partners; if it isn’t hurting anyone! Those last few lines above would be thanks to Sissy’s influence; fiery and fiercely protective of me whereas I tended to be the more reserved and timid which is ironic as she was the girl and I was supposed to be the boy.

I was growing up in a very much female orientated and dominated world with Sissy and my mother. My father worked away with us seeing him only every fourth week (three weeks away and one week home, work roster) which I don’t blame him for at all. It meant he could really concentrate and spend time with the three of us when he was home, with every fourth week being like a holiday that came to us with all of us eagerly looking forward to my father’s arrival home. My father was an oil rig worker all of his life. He was a kind, loving, compassionate man and my lifelong hero.

My father used to joke about my apparent femininity even at this early age and Sissy’s boisterous nature saying do you think they got something wrong at the hospital before we bought them home? before he’d add he’s so pretty and she’s a thug laughing with our mother as Sissy and I played (me getting beaten up by Sissy) on the living room floor in front of them watching TV. I was always envious of Sissy’s things; clothes, toys and pretty well everything else too! Down to the famous toothbrush incident where I didn’t want the batman toothbrush I wanted the little fairy princess toothbrush and refused to brush my teeth until I had a little fairy princess tooth brush like Sissy’s with my parents writing off the crisis to simple sibling jealousy but it was more than that to me.

Sissy and I like all twins shared everything; our first cot, stroller, toys and our baths as it was easier for our mother washing us together then separately. We later in life realized our water came from the tank at the back of our house and our mother was crazy about water usage; in case we ran out. When it came to toys I’d much rather play doll houses and dress ups laughing, fighting and sharing my time with Sissy. If we played a game due to her boyish nature it would Sissy’s game being older than me by seventeen minutes; a fact Sissy never allowed me to forget (respect your elders I love it when she rolls that old chestnut out making me laugh). Sharing anything with Sissy was a lot better than sitting in a stupid sandpit alone with a stupid dump truck. Sissy and I were inseparable we did everything together before we started school; played, watched TV, cried, laughed, dressed up, learnt to ride bikes, raids on our mother’s clothes and makeup with me always seeming to be the crash test dummy when it came to makeup.

We shared everything; we could almost read each other’s minds by the time we started school and that bond just grew along with us throughout of lives. Just prior to starting school Sissy and I were becoming a full time job for our mother and a considerable handful for anyone with our mother leaving us splashing water all over the bathroom, jumping in and out of the bath to get thrown toys whilst our mother cooked, washed and dried clothes and generally ran the house. Whilst playing keep Sissy out of the bath after she’d gotten out to retrieve her toy that I’d thrown. I truly realised for the first time just how different Sissy and I were physically as she straddled the side of the bath trying to get a foot hold back in. Sissy had a wee wee as my mother called her vagina and I had a pee pee as my mother called my penis.

It was during subsequent shared baths that we began inspecting each other curious about the other as children do; it wasn’t’ sexual just childhood curiosity. Our mother walked in during one bath as Sissy was gingerly lifting up my penis between her fingers to see my testicles as I stood in the middle of the bath. Our mother explained the simple version of the birds and the bees to us whilst still in the bath with both of us taking turns at standing up so the other could see wee wee’s, pee pee’s and ballyeeoo’s and receiving the appropriate explanations.

It was not long after this incident that Sissy had the first of many one on one talks with our mother about being female with my father taking me away to explain a man’s lot in life. Needless to say in spite of the water usage it was from around this time shared bath times stopped. Sissy was female, I was male, we were twin sister and brother and we’d had it all explained no confusion end of story. That was the last time I saw Sissy totally naked until she was eighteen. Sissy and I didn’t really understand at the time what all the fuss and secrecy was about; well at least I didn’t.

It wasn’t long after the bath incident that Sissy said I wish you were a girl Shane then we could be sisters and we could share everything and I’d call you umm (thinking hard) before announcing Shaelyn the name of Sissy’s favourite mouseketeer on the Disney channel. It was only fitting that Sissy named me as she saw me with the innocence of a child wanting a sister and she could already see Shaelyn not Shane. Sissy continued to call me Shaelyn till our mother intervened and insisted on me being called Shane but the deal was already sealed Sissy and Shaelyn would be secret sisters for life. I remember Sissy explaining to our mother we like Shaelyn!" defiantly as I quietly sat to one side whilst Sissy spoke for both of us.

During our early school years our personalities really started to develop and shine through. I was reserved and Sissy was a well-meaning beautiful protective thug. Sissy was always the twin that would speak her mind whilst I remained quiet with Sissy constantly riding to my rescue; even if I didn’t need rescuing. We were twins but my father used to joke that we couldn’t have been any more different but the opposite was true; we couldn’t have been any more alike.

My father would say he’s too pretty to be a boy not in a mean or resentful way but just stating how he saw me and he’ll grow out of it, don’t worry to my mother after we’d gotten into our mother’s makeup but for me it was never a case of growing out of or into anything, I was just me. I remember my father stopping me from running through the house when I was ten as he sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee whilst my mother washed dishes saying to my mother as he lovingly tried to restrain and slow me up saying he’s got the prettiest face, its angelic with me kicking and breaking myself free as Sissy was hot on my heels and she was the reason I was running in the first place; to escape an angry Sissy.

It was during these younger years that I fell in love with all things feminine especially clothes and shoes with our/my favourite game being dress up with Sissy dressing me in her favourite dress and doing my hair before playing around the doll house. I loved the feel of the dresses and being one of two sisters playing together.

By the time we started school playing dress up was also prohibited so we just played doll houses whilst our parents strongly encouraged me into the sandpit with new bought trucks and bulldozers which I hated and I would always end up back playing with Sissy and the dolls.

That was our early childhood.

CHAPTER 2

Adolescence

By the time we were in early high school I was getting very used to bullying with the most popular taunts directed at me being ya pansy or girly boy generally before I got roughed or beaten up by the other boys with Sissy coming to my defense. My teenage years were years of isolation and violence compared to Sissy’s years as the debutant social butterfly going out constantly with boys and friends. I was too scared of even going shopping with my parents because of the possibility of being taunted in front of my parents or beaten up if I was alone or even if I was with Sissy so I remained at home basically in solitary within my bedroom hiding from the world that just couldn’t understand me, let alone accept me for who I was.

Sissy was also changing and developing much faster than I was towards maturity, she had gotten her first period just before we started high school and she was also developing breasts showing off her budding new attributes within her sporty young training bra and had started shaving her legs too. We shared everything; thoughts, feelings and changes in our bodies. All I had was unwanted erections but overall I was just a slightly larger version of what I’d always been and I felt seriously left behind dreading what was going to happen to me; I didn’t want to be a man.

Our parents explained with the assistance from the books every woman and every man that girls mature much faster than boys but assured me that by the time Sissy and I were eighteen we would have caught each other up; which was of some little comfort to me. Sissy wasn’t just developing physically she was also developing mentally too with interests such as boys, boys and boys being her main three interests with our mother trying to raise a young lady and our father doing his best to turn his pretty son into a young man. I loved the time and attention I was getting from my father initially as we entered high school but really started dreading the week he would be home as we’d be up at dawn while Sissy and my mother slept in. Dad and I started working around the property fixing fences, drenching cattle and collecting firewood. This would go all day with us finally getting back to the house in the late afternoon to find Sissy and mum home from shopping having had their nails done together and showing off their new hair colours and styles; not to mention the clothes whilst I was carrying wood in the mud, rain and the snow sometimes and being rewarded with boys clothes. I didn’t like the man’s lot in life at all, being a man seriously sucked! All I ever seemed to think about was how to tell my parents what I was feeling but I could never build up the nerve.

Every weekend when our mother took Sissy shopping and my father was away at work I’d be assigned chores that were to be done in my father’s absence but it was my day. As soon as I was alone at home I was secretly (even from Sissy) in Sissy’s room trying on clothes, shoes and stockings wishing I could be Shaelyn not Shane and somehow trying to wish it true. A full room of all the girly stuff I craved and was having a great time till I was caught just before our thirteenth birthday (lucky 13). This happened for a reason, it just took me a while to see the reason.

Sissy and my mother had come home very much earlier than usual to find me hurriedly trying to get out of Sissy’s school sports uniform which was impossible to explain; especially at that moment. I remember my mother freaking out as Sissy stood crying in the doorway of her room as my mother screamed pulling the black lycra sporting panties off me not forgetting the training bra stuffed with socks being near torn off me by my very distraught mother as she dragged me basically naked like a hairless monkey before throwing me into my room like an unloved and despised freak into a cage. Crying and shaking hysterically in the fetal position on my bedroom fall mostly naked I cowered like a kicked dog. I had two saving graces being I wasn’t masturbating like usual when they discovered me as I found anything to do with my femininity very arousing and that my father wouldn’t be home for two more weeks. How would I explain this to my father?

It was mid-summer but our house was as cold as meat locker and as silent as a crypt broken only by my mother calling me to the table for dinner after several hours of isolation. Sissy and my mother sat at the table as I approached warily and you could cut the tension with a knife. My mother finally spoke telling both Sissy and I that our father was never to know about this day, as it would break his heart and that I was definitely never ever to do anything like this again before being sent