This is probably backwards, but then that's how my life feels at this point. We all have the same childhood story, more or less, so I won't waste time telling you mine. So me, from yesterday forward. You already know me, or at least formed an opinion of me from my posts so far, so I won't attempt to sway that, just fill in the details.
I'm a 33 MtF, self described tomboy. Yeah, that really screws up gender struggles doesn't it? I feel like I am a dragon slayer at times, keeping it in its cave and keeping the townspeople safe from the wicked gender dragon, in my case the one that says the boys world is a nice place to vist, but I wouldn't want to live there. I've been on and off hormones for a number of years, run up to the cliff of going full time and scaled back down rather then jumping off. Some hero, huh?
Control issues, probably. The life I am living is not my own, not someone elses either, just not my own. Or at least not the life I should be living. Controlling my transition, not letting it control me.
Fin.