I used to read that the difference between a crossdresser and a transgender person was just a few years.
I thought, silly. I can't admit to myself that I am transgender. I just have been wearing women's clothes for over 40 years, that's all.
OK, a few years after I read that silly reference about the difference being just a few years, well, let me tell you:
I AM TRANSGENDER now! I have worn women's clothes for over 40 years because I now know I AM A WOMAN !!!
But, this is just me.
Slowly, at work, I am telling co-workers that I am transgender. My last flu shot a few days ago I identified myself as Donna to my health care provider. I have not yet legally changed my name to Donna, however, when my name was called as the next to go into the office for the flu shot, the health care professional called for me by my lovely name, Donna!
I was at a local discount store just an hour ago, only partially enfemme, meaning I was wearing women's clothes and was clean shaven but was not wearing makeup because of laziness. (Give us a break, sometimes us ladies go out of the house without makeup.) I identified myself as Donna, a happy transgender M-F to the young sales associate. We had a wonderful conversation. The sales associate told me of a friend of hers who is trans and, while she and her trans friend are nearly 40 years younger than me, I felt a close kinship immediately in the conversation.
I am euphorically and proudly transgender.
One day I hope to put this all in my past and to simply say I am legally a woman to my last breath upon this earth.