Cheryl123
01-17-2015, 06:28 AM
Transition update. I haven’t spoken a lot about my transition. It’s a private matter to me and I haven’t had any difficult external problems. My difficulties were always internal.
Eighteen months ago I started taking hormones. The effect on me was immediate and reaffirming. I found a great measure of peace, and became convinced I was indeed trans. I never went through therapy prior to taking hormones. All of my life I’ve wanted to be a girl, and I suffered from depression, self-hatred and social anxiety likewise all my life. But I never thought my emotional problems had anything to do with my desire to be a girl. The hormones made see the light. They eliminated my self-hatred and allowed me to feel my feminine nature.
Over the next year I had moderate physical change – enough breast growth so that I need to wear a bra, a loss of muscle mass and my skin on my thighs and face has become noticeably soft. I’ve undergone a noticeable change in my personality.
About nine months ago I began electrolysis. The woman who provides the electrolysis has become my best friend and biggest supporter and cheerleader. I had all grey hair at the time and she nagged me for a month to go to her salon and have my hair colored. I gave in. The women in the salon were so nice to me the minute I entered through the door. . They pampered me and fussed over me like I was their new toy. After a two hour session I left the saloon as a red-head. I love my hair. It’s just long enough for me to go about without a wig.
When I started electrolysis I also began to present in public. I took it very slow. First I went only to my grocery store. Then I gradually added other places I felt comfortable at. I found a “partner in crime” at this time and she started dragging me to some gay bars. The biggest fun came when we went to a trans bar on Halloween.
About 5 months ago I started the process of changing my name. I changed my entire name – first, middle and last. I wanted a completely new name for my new life. The name change took about a month.
Four months ago I began living full time as Cheryl. It’s become second nature now. My doctor has switched me to estrogen shots. My E levels are still not quite as high as he would like, so we might be upping the dose, depending on the next blood test. My testosterone levels are very low – in the lowest range for women. The testosterone reduction has come about pretty much without anti-androgens.
I just got my new driver’s license, but my biggest victory came when my doctor signed the paper stating that my gender was female. This allowed my driver’s license to have a female gender marker. (It’s hard to explain how great that feels)
And that’s where I stand. I want to have surgery this fall, but that depends upon whether social security will foot the bill. We shall see. I’m reasonable happy, but I still have my down days. What I miss most is not having a special someone. I seem to prefer other trans women, so if you are reading this, babe, give me a PM.
Eighteen months ago I started taking hormones. The effect on me was immediate and reaffirming. I found a great measure of peace, and became convinced I was indeed trans. I never went through therapy prior to taking hormones. All of my life I’ve wanted to be a girl, and I suffered from depression, self-hatred and social anxiety likewise all my life. But I never thought my emotional problems had anything to do with my desire to be a girl. The hormones made see the light. They eliminated my self-hatred and allowed me to feel my feminine nature.
Over the next year I had moderate physical change – enough breast growth so that I need to wear a bra, a loss of muscle mass and my skin on my thighs and face has become noticeably soft. I’ve undergone a noticeable change in my personality.
About nine months ago I began electrolysis. The woman who provides the electrolysis has become my best friend and biggest supporter and cheerleader. I had all grey hair at the time and she nagged me for a month to go to her salon and have my hair colored. I gave in. The women in the salon were so nice to me the minute I entered through the door. . They pampered me and fussed over me like I was their new toy. After a two hour session I left the saloon as a red-head. I love my hair. It’s just long enough for me to go about without a wig.
When I started electrolysis I also began to present in public. I took it very slow. First I went only to my grocery store. Then I gradually added other places I felt comfortable at. I found a “partner in crime” at this time and she started dragging me to some gay bars. The biggest fun came when we went to a trans bar on Halloween.
About 5 months ago I started the process of changing my name. I changed my entire name – first, middle and last. I wanted a completely new name for my new life. The name change took about a month.
Four months ago I began living full time as Cheryl. It’s become second nature now. My doctor has switched me to estrogen shots. My E levels are still not quite as high as he would like, so we might be upping the dose, depending on the next blood test. My testosterone levels are very low – in the lowest range for women. The testosterone reduction has come about pretty much without anti-androgens.
I just got my new driver’s license, but my biggest victory came when my doctor signed the paper stating that my gender was female. This allowed my driver’s license to have a female gender marker. (It’s hard to explain how great that feels)
And that’s where I stand. I want to have surgery this fall, but that depends upon whether social security will foot the bill. We shall see. I’m reasonable happy, but I still have my down days. What I miss most is not having a special someone. I seem to prefer other trans women, so if you are reading this, babe, give me a PM.