(Possible triggers ahead)
So, my dysphoria has been flaring up again lately, and since I'm not taking any hormones and am pretty much totally closeted outside of this site, I can only "relieve" it one way: By daydreaming.
In these fantasies, I completely alter my appearance to how I wish I looked - no more hips. No more breasts. I'm taller, have a deeper voice, etc. And usually, I imagine myself as a cis man, rather than a transitioned trans man.
In addition to looking totally different, my life in general is also very different - I imagine having friends, my family accepting me, free of my anxiety, able to do all the things I want, like travel and dance and play music.. and of course, fall in love.
I'm also finally able to wear the clothes I like in these fantasies - but it's not what you'd expect... No, it's not men's clothes I want to wear - it's "womens".
Sure, I could wear a dress or what-have-you now with no consequences.. But it's not the same. I want to have a "male" silhouette, but what I have now is very much the opposite - and feminine clothes just emphasize my shape, worsening my dysphoria.
But in these dreams I'm the right "shape", and can feel comfortable - even attractive - in feminine clothing.
These dreams don't last long, however... Eventually, reality starts seeping in to my fantasy world:
"Who am I kidding? I'm not cis, and I'll never look like that. Even if I transition it's impossible" I think to myself.
Even in the odd dream where I imagine myself as a "post-op trans man", the fantasy starts to grow grim as I remember that real life isn't like this - if people knew, I could experience some very negative reactions.
And finally, the dreams turn violent when I begin to think about how much society hates feminine men. I start to imagine myself being called names by strangers on the street, living alone forever because no one is attracted to me, and even being ganged up on and beaten.. sometimes even killed. And the people in my dreams don't care - they just watch me from afar as I bleed out.
After I can't take it anymore, my mind eventually just.. shuts down. And I feel even worse than I did before.
But the main problem isn't the dreams themselves.. It's the fact that I feel like that's what my life would become if I "became" myself - that transitioning would make my life significantly worse. And this depresses me because the dysphoria can be so unbearable sometimes..
*Sigh* I don't even know why I'm writing all this, to be honest.. I just feel frustrated, scared, ashamed and hopeless.

I don't know what to do.