After a night of feeling like crap and wanting to curl up in a ball and cry at work, I got home and changed, and as I did I looked in the mirror and realized I'm not happy with my body and happier when I see a girl looking back in the mirror. Before I thought that because I had worries/concerns about transitioning that it meant that I didn't want to transition but now I see that's not true. And I'm not out to everyone yet, but I've decided I'm going to tell my parents this week ( I would have already, but I came down with the flu or possibly food poisoning ) and I'm going to take the steps to living as Madeline.