I was exposed to DES in the womb and thought I was a girl till four. I knew from the day I was told that I was in the wrong body, so to transition at 57 was the first time I've ever been happy. I'm fourteen months into living full time, and it's wonderful. From having a closet with nothing but cute women's clothes (I gave all my male stuff to the Salvation Army) to wearing my hair the way I want, wearing makeup daily, to men opening doors for me, I can't really point to anything I don't like about it except for the gigantic, tragic mistake of not finishing my first attempt at transitioning at 23. The best things to me though, are having complete strangers telling my mom and I how easy it is to see that I'm her daughter, our window and real shopping days, and finally, having a man I'm falling in love with, this journey has been everything I hoped and prayed for, and much, much more.
