Two years of before and after
Two years ago I looked at this photo as a 225 pound man and could no longer stand how I appeared or how anything I did, could ever mean anything to me. I looked at this photo and decided to finally start being the person who I knew I should of been in the beginning. The many many years of questioning myself "why do I want to be a girl" seemed to finally push me to change.
So I tried on a wig for the first time and I couldn't stop staring at myself for an entire afternoon.
I began attending therapy to determine if I truly had gender dysphoria. I also began dieting and exercising every morning. My hair had a huge balding patch in the front and it has been the vain of many struggles. However I stopped having my hair buzzed cut and it began to grow.
Then the hard part began, I started to learn and practice how to walk, talk, interact, and live as a woman. Even though I knew my appearances was horrid. My therapist still recommended I should dress more often instead of only at home on the weekends. I never left the house because it was not worth any negative social interaction looking like a man in a dress in my mind.
After enduring therapy for six months and finally beginning hormone replacement therapy, I called a close to year one. This was the last photo I saved as male me. This was the starting point of my happiness and an end to constantly asking myself "why".
By some miracle I managed to find a fellow transsexual in my local town my same age. We became instant friends and I regard her as the truest friend I have ever had. She truly helped me to have confidence and I finally found someone who understood what I couldn't explain to others.
So we move in together and share a house as friends. By this point I have lost 65 pounds and with waist cinching eight hours a day. My figure truly started to show and I could wear normal women sized clothes.
Nine months of HRT pass by and I'm tearing myself apart having to switch from a man at work to a female at home. Luckily I kept my HR department at work up to date about my transition since day one of therapy. So my HR sets up a meeting with the Warden (the big cheese) and all they truly wanted to know was is if I'm sure about this and inform me of the increased danger of this in prison. So after explaining how I need to do this and how its been on my mind since early childhood. I was given the OK and began fulltime as a female. So yes I work as a corrections officer and yes I transitioned while working in a male prison. This photo is my first day as a full time female.
My hair is still growing out but I feel confident in how I look and how I speak. I'm only going to further improve with time.
So there it is, my full story with zero holding back! Two years as of today, of my hard work, stress, and determination is posted before you. But the best part out of all of this is...I can finally begin my life the way I have always felt it should have been. I've never been this happy and go getting in my life. All the hard times and pain was worth it, I cant wait for the future instead of dreading it now.
