What’s your husband’s name?…

Afternoon gorgeous xx

How are you all doing today? I hope today is better than yesterday and tomorrow is better than today. If only that were true…

For the moment, with everything that is going on; that is exactly the case. And I’ll come to all of that in a minute; but for now, I have a really good story to tell. A milestone on my journey; in fact.

You see today; I got dressed and went shopping, with friends. Looking for a couple of bits and pieces for the flat – make it a bit more “girly”; so to speak. The internal feminisation is complete and I’m now working on the external, how I look and feel, how I live; I am woman, hear me roar.

All went well, no interruptions, apart from one woman who did a double take when she seen my face – didn’t bother me, I thought it was quite cool.

But then I got home. And as I arrived, I was greeted by a new postman. To whom I said hello to. Nice chap, very talkative.

I got my shopping from the car in two trips; and headed indoors. As I did so, he was delivering a parcel to my neighbours; who were out. I said I’d take it in. He questioned me. I said I knew them and took the parcel. We both thought no more of it.

He carded my neighbour and turned to my door, as I was going through it. He asked me did I live there; to which I said yes. It was what happened next; by both him and me, that shocked me.

He asked me what my husband’s name was. And I immediately responded with “Robert”; my former name and he said, “You must be Victoria then”. And handed me all my mail.

It was then that I realised what had just happened…

Even though I was speaking to him in a relatively low, masculine, tone. Every visual cue that he was given said to him that I was female. So he assumed I was female and I never corrected him. I’d done it; and I had the proof. I’d become a woman.

I couldn’t believe it as he turned and left. Had this really just happened? Did he just refer to my former name as my husband? I wasn’t wearing a wedding ring; so maybe I should? But before he gave me the chance to correct him, he was gone. And at that moment, Robert had finally died; and was gone, and Vikki is now complete. My social transition to a woman – stage two – is now complete.

So where do we go from here?

Well, there’s still a lot of work to be done. It’s time to live my life as I want to now. I don’t have to hide behind any shadows anymore. I have stepped out into the light and become who I wanted to be. I just need to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life; and get out there and do it.

There really is nothing to stop me now as I’m no longer scared of myself and who I am.

Now is my time to shine.


Vikki xx

By Vikki Kinsella

My name is Vikki, and I’m a Transgender Female living and working in the UK.

I’ve started this blog purely as a way of writing down my thoughts and feelings, as I now start my journey through transition from living life as Male to becoming Female, and beyond. You see, I spent 45 years of my life living as, what is now known as, a cisgender Male - With almost no idea that I could even consider being Female, let alone consider corrective surgery. But I must admit I did have a tendency to THINK like a woman sometimes... But doesn't every Man think like a woman on occasion? Don't try and hide it boys, you know you do, lol...

3 replies on “What’s your husband’s name?…”

“And at that moment, Robert had finally died; and was gone, and Vikki is now complete”

‘Congratulations’ doesn’t seem quite appropriate … I feel happy for you … but more 🙂 I love that you can be You and not live in the shadows … Love and the biggest light Ever to You Vikki!!! xoxo


‘Thank you hun’ also doesn’t seem appropriate. There are no words that seem appropriate, just feelings. Massive feelings of relief, happiness, hope, pride and contentment.

A massive, massive hug goes back to you Hun. *Big hugs* xxxxxxx

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