This thread really got the waterworks going for me. Apparently I've won the trans* lottery and I must admit that I have some major survivor's guilt issues.
I had no idea what would happen to me after I bared myself to the world. I was a nervous wreck for months. Coming out to my wife was the first thing I did, and I know now that could have gone really badly. In fact, had I known that the odds of my marriage surviving were something like 9 to 1 against, I probably would have tried to bottle it up (dark pun intended) even longer. Maybe it's a good thing I wasn't doing much research back then. My wife rocks, BTW.
Telling family was hard as well. Again, we had no idea how the parental units would take it. They all run pretty conservative, except for my mother, who is fairly middle-of-the-road and has a PhD in microbiology. Ironically, she probably took it the worst of all of them. My wife didn't think her parents would take it well, and perhaps disinherit her from a small fortune, but they accepted me right away and were immediately happy for me. My parents took some time to come around, but my brother and sister were completely nonchalant with it. One of my sister's best friends from high school was MTF, so she already knew the drill.
So I guess I pretty much ended up with a best-case scenario. I know I could have just as easily been dead or destitute, but you can't win if you don't play. I guess it's a good thing I didn't realize until later that the game was a lot like Russian roulette...
Big hugs to all of you that got hit hard by the trans* wrecking ball.