Tomorrow 25.000€ will leave my bank account forever, effectively destroying any chance of finishing surgical transition before turning 35. Goodbye SRS, hello partial FFS, goodbye hideous rental flat, hello not very cool looking home that I'm only buying because in case I find work again it will let me save money again.
Despite the logical reasoning that having passability is more important than a frankenpussy and telling myself that I can do fine with a dick for a few more years... The thought of being trapped like this eats me from inside.