Hi, I am Stacy. Lucky for me (now), that's my birth name

My mom said, "Ha! That was lucky!" - the day I told her I didn't want to deny who I was any longer
I was born M, however, pretty much didn't know there was a difference until I started getting picked on for my feminine traits; with a girls name, and mixed race (I was very pretty), long curly hair, and sweet voice (as well as sweetest kid), others had to correct a LOT of people who kept calling me "her" or "she". With and older brother, I always played with the girls; and loved it! Though I was jealous they had prettier clothes. Even a I got older, people thought I was a girl - I know what it feels like to be a 12 year old getting cat-called by construction workers - EMBARRASSING! Especially when you are walking down the street with a guy friend. He turned to me and said, "I THINK those guys were gay!" AHH! Saved my butt.
Well, to cut this introduction sort (literally; I cut large pieces of this intro), I thought I was a transvestite growing up, since I liked dressing like a girl. But now, I am pretty confident I am transgender. Unfortunately, I took my feminine, 145lb, 5'11", body when I was in my late 20s, and got pretty muscular (180lb) in a short time. I "manned" up, read books on how not to be pushed around (consensus: just be a dick), grew a Vandyke, and started hammering whisky and daring people with just a glance and a raised brow.
Flash forward to now... having a deep soul search session, realizing why past relationships failed, why I hated my body and face, even after getting all good looking (to others), and why I feel like I have been pretending to be a man since I was 20; because I have been faking it. Well, I came out to my mom, and to my roommate (my mom new about the dressing up or the last 6 years; I just told her one day), my roommate had no clue - she thought I was the perfect guy.
Now, I am more confused than ever! It's like MPD or something; I like the HER I am in private, I hate the HIM I felt I had to be going out. I have since started owning up to certain things a man should never own up to (my favorite movie is Beaches, for example), "AND WHAT'S IT TO YUH?" stops any further queries on the matter

I feel SO much better getting it out and said - it was starting to get pretty dark here again. But now I have to figure out what's next... I am currently getting rid of the muscle and weight. I can't be that person any more; I can't hate myself any more. I am not being a dick any more (caring = getting your butt kicked where I grew up). I am looking into therapy (called one person, though I am timid about it; I have a bad history with therapists).
And I am now writing about this for the first time to complete strangers... but I have studied this for decades now. I have consumed so much information, and watched so many videos; but this place feels so welcoming. I have really been helped the last two months (when I found this site) by ya'll

I am also a talker/writer; one of the few girly traits I couldn't hide. So I apologize if I ran on here.
HI!
Stacy