Hmm, the more things change; the more they are exactly the same. But, there might be some 30-year-old woman (trans woman) out there that is reading this and is on the fence about transitioning. Now, after the you have to be on HRT before puberty or 22, they don't transtion and they kill themselves or they die 40 years from now having never been happy and wondering in their last thought, "What if?"
I used to be that 30-year-old woman. Deeply unhappy. A heroin addict. Lonely. And scared. So, I said "eff it." I started taking hormones and within, IDK, 30 to 60 days I lost every friend I ever had. I didn't tell them I was transitioing, but HRT worked like some voodoo magick for me. I can't tell anyone else's story, nor is it my right. But I can tell mine. And this is for you: the lurker, the questioner, the what if girl.
I'm four years in on HRT, to the month. By the end of year one, my then new friend and now boyfriend and future husband (fingers crossed) made love to me, rough, for the first time. From then one, we have sex on the reg. I am having surgery in a couple months; just waiting for my date. He might dump me if I didn't do it, since he does like vagina. But, he knew I was determined to do it, since you could offer me $10 billion to not have surgery and I would turn it down.
That's the end of the story and the beginning of a new one, which is going to be even better.
But, I pass. I pass all day. I pass everyday. I could wear a suit and no one would beleive I am a man, well I'm not, so why would they? My ID hasn't changed, so I guess it depends on your definition of "deep" stealth. They will be changed by October. I don't wanna mess with my insurance. It's paying for it.
No one has ever asked me on the street if I'm trans. Trans women don't think I'm trans. I'm sure there are plenty of people like me. Ok, sounds great. I also haven't had surgery or practiced my voice; I'm one lazy girl, as my BF tells me. But I do love too shop. Call it stereotypical. I spent half my life dreaming of being in a mall. Literally. I always dreamt I was in a mall, but I could never shop. Now, I shop all the time. But, i love fashion and beauty. Pe-transtion I was a fashion and beauty editor at a magazine. And maternity editor. It was a very manly job telling women's stories and playing with makeup so I could write about it. That money was supposed to be for SRS, but I couldn't pull the trigger, so I stuck it in my arm.
To start with, I have no adam's apple, none. Smoother than smooth. My hairline is kinda erratic and not high, like a woman's (I also have a widow's peak). I look like my sister's twin and was asked all the time if I was a "man." I'm also 5'5. When I started, my hair was in a fauxhawk; don't judge it was bada$$. So, one day, I won't lie I took a bunch of adderral and somehow ended up on the Before and After site. I was like hormones can do that. I ordered them (bad decision) online about five seconds after I heard you could. You have to understand I was battling a heroin addiction, as in past tense, and I was 30. Gay men wouldn't date me for being too femme, and same goes for staright women. I dated one woman who dumped me, or broke off the engagement, since I can't have sex much. Hence the heroin.
So I wouldn't have transtioned if I thought I wouldn't be able to pass at least some of the time. The whole trans pride movement wasnt big four, five years ago. Just wasn't.
I feel like this is TLDR, so I'll get to the point. In 2015, I went to rehab. In detox, they put me in my own room. In Rehab, they put me in an all women's facility. So, there was 25 women, all day, every day, looking at me. Once, someone mentioned to another girl that I prolly had massive amounts of surgery and did soemthing to my voice. How I would afford this being the brokest girl there, I don't know. Anyway, this also happened the same night I dead named myself (called myself by my very male name) in group. I was like I'm done. Put a fork in me. So, it was my roomate who told me this discussion about me happened. And all the girls told the other girl that there is no way in hell I was born a man. No way. Not with that body. She's to tiny. Her hands, Her feet (size seven in women's), her, well, evrything. My voice pitch registers at 207 in pitch on average when talking regularly. I could make it higher but why would I do that? I can't pass as myself on the phone. It's really annoying. My BF has to pass as me. It's actually kinda funny.
Anyway, I started crying and my one friend asked why the next day. She was like, yeah, I was there and, girl, those two are just straight up jealous. No one thinks you are trans, so don't worry. You're beautiful. It was never brought up again. So watch deanaming yourself. The main reason they thought I was trans: I have slightly athletic legs and shoulders. My shoulders are also 13" wide from bone to bone. That's narrow. I'm also a 32DD-27-35. But, I wish my butt was bigger. Oh well. I also have some pockmarks. Yuck. I has six sessions of laser a year ago. I still have some greys, about fifty, but I just pluck them, since it lasts for a month. Once I pluck, I can go one week without shaving. If I don't pluck, it goes down to three days. But I would still pass. I do it for me. The same reason I wear makeup. The same reason I'm having GCS. The same reason I love shopping. Because trying on really expensive dresses is awesome. I might go wedding dress shopping, but I have no friends, just my BF. But, that will change soon. Some personal stuff.
Also, people at that rehab, in Philly, hated transgender women. HATED. Including my roomate who cried when I left. And when we did giggles and bricks, every woman said something totally thought out and nice to me. It was AMAZING!! I mean I felt like I was queen.
So yeah, I'm cute. Adorable. But I'm not gorgeous. I'm not average or invisible. There is a bad side to passing. Some guy grabbed my vagina the other day. Yeah, I wont have SRS for like two months--by July, latest--but I don't have testes and my thing is like...its small. I'll be happier when it's filled with my BF's...yeah lol I became more femme throughout the years by virtue of everyone treating me like a woman and every guy saying hi to me if I make eye contact. But, I could leave the house looking like hungover garbage and I would still pass. I call that New Year's Eve, the same night my BF's Bestfriend's GF wanted to beat me up for smoking a pipe with him. I mean we're in Scranton, it's 10 degrees, what are we supposed to do. She was all like "You're in the car, with HER? Nothing is going on? Really with little miss perfect and pretty over here." I was bout to say "You think I'm pretty that's so sweet." But I din't want to get beat up. She was like 5'7. I'm actually 5'4.75 inches and 125 lbs. I'm really tiny. If Put up a picture you might think I'm being a little hyperbolic, but my camera has a 2 MP thingy, so I'm not photogenic.
But, I'm her to say: it is possible. It's possible. And if all the people on here who say it isn't and are such the authority on all thing's passing; I say I did it. And I'm not done. I'm going to have baby too. Not myself. Obviously. So, if you're thinking of taking hormones, I had a dream, literally, that I was in the mall in the mountains and I was with these two women, who were like sisters. We were shopping. And I had a vagina. I could feel it. Guess what? MY BF lives in the mountains (he is coming back to Philly tomorrow), and he has two sisters. In two months, I'll have a vagina. His family loves me. I got him clean, kinda. I got me clean. And my life rocks. I shop for dresses. Noone has called me "sir" in like four years. I can't even remember.
So it's possible. And dreams do come true. I'm proof, cause mine did, almost literally. Four years ago I was ready to die at 30; and now I can't wait to live the rest of my life as a woman, as me. It's not impossible, you don't have to be 12, or 20. I have condtion and my T levels were 134 when i started, but still. I could be YOU. I didn't think I could be either. But me and my awesome hair and boobs and clothes and hot a$$ BF (who used to play BB ball in college and whose thing tastes like YUM!) says wrong. Miracles do happen. Because I am one!
Bam!
(I hope I didn't offend anyone; just wanted to inject some hope into this thread.) I couldn't make this up. I"m still stunned. With a big smile on my pretty face!