When I went full time I feared that I would be unemployable and that worst of all, I would end up being an escort. I was willing to go that far if I had to, but, I didn't want to. I had already heard a few horror stories of being mistreated, and that definitely was not for me. So I gave myself a dead line and said if I couldn't get back on my feet and get my life in order I would de-transition and then go back and try it again. In others words go to living as a guy, get myself another job and then try to transition on the job yet again. I was worried about whether or not my RLE would be a complete flop and if spent every last penny I had on earth just so that I didn't need to shave, had a pretty face, acceptable voice, and small boobs. Luckily I never had to go to those extremes, but the fear of having to de transition was something that kept me motivated. I still had my old guy drivers license back then and every time I had to look at it I was constantly reminded of how miserable that poor soul really was.