Oh gawd, I was in college in 1969-1973 and transitioned in 1974, as soon as SRS became available.
Thanks to spending part of my teens en femme and being too naive to think otherwise, I just slipped fully and completely into women's life for 30 years. I never gave it a second thought until a few years ago. After the dissolution of my second marriage I started wondering what it was like for girls transitioning today and wondering if I could help so I started sticking my nose in (online). The whole 30 years were pretty ordinary, a lot of fun, and just totally comfortable and natural.
When I was young, I didn't tell ANYBODY! It was over, I was cured, and my medical past was irrelevant. In the first few years in my new life, I was pretty wild. It was the 1970's, the time of "Peace, Love, and Rock & Roll". I was young, pretty, and 'full of the juices of life' so I had a grand old time. Of all the guys I shared a bed with only one ever said anything - he questioned my genitals 'looking a little different'. I wonder if he ever found his car keys in the snowbank?

I did what any girl would do - slapped his face, grabbed my clothes, and stormed out!
The only person I ever told about my childhood was my second husband, when the relationship started getting serious, and he took it really well - he actually felt even more protective of me.
I am much older now, with a lot of my life behind me, and in the last few years I have been much more open about my unusual status (transsexual with a dash of Intersex). That has pretty much killed everything in the romance department. I am still attracted to guys but straight guys invariably do a runner as soon as they find out, Gay guys aren't interested in someone who is decidedly girly, and Lesbians, well, Lesbians just find it all "curious".
So here I sit, just me and my Hound, wondering if there is anyone out there who is man enough (or woman enough) to ever stand beside me.