I passed before I ever tried. Got the crap beat out of me in high school for looking like a girl and being "gay." I was strip searched by thugs that wanted to see my vagina. I tried to be a dude, but the body and mind didn't cooperate. Now, thankfully, I can live unmolested as the female I was born to be. After a lifetime of hell, being able to live as my authentic self is an incredible gift. Once, I wanted to die. Now, I love my life. After all that bull->-bleeped-<-, no apologies for passing and living the stealth life. I feel like God owes me that (kind of a joke but not really).