Hi everyone! I'm a 20-yo junior in a small college, and I was raised and still live in a very remote... and religious... part of the deep South. I'm MtF.
Even though I'm nearly up to 5 months on hormones now, I haven't told another soul, up till this very post. Not friends, family, health care providers, or even online. It's been sort of lonely journey to say the least.
As hard as it may be to believe, I wasn't exposed to any TG-related ideas till I was in college; "transgender, "hormones," "sex change" ... I'd have thought you were speaking another language. You see, I was homeschooled with my siblings by Southern Baptist parents, and I've been attending a fundamentalist Christian college ever since.
Somewhere in my childhood, I began having vivid dreams of being a girl and having this serene, indescribable happiness, but as soon as I woke up I felt like I'd done something awfully sinful. Contrary to my conscious commands, though, the dreams increased in occurrence, till it was multiple nights a week. Each morning I'd wake up disappointed with myself for such "weird" thoughts, yet every night I'd find myself hoping I'd have that sort of dream again. After a time, my dream self didn't wonder why she was female; in that place I'd always been a girl and that was all there was to it. My waking self soon followed.
For the remainder of my teenage years I didn't mind being a boy all day as long as I could be a girl in my sleep.
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Then about six months ago, while doing some online research for Biology, I came across the term "intersex" which piqued my curiosity. Within a few minutes I had branched off into a whole plethora of transgender topics and personal stories. A whole world I'd never considered opened wide to me. I really don't think I'd been as exhilarated in my whole life. I went straight to growing my hair long, ordering hormones online, getting laser hair removal, and practicing my voice.
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That brings us to now. Prior to hormones, my face was fairly androgynous (I grew a goatee to look more manly) and I'm 5'7''/130lb, so I'm starting to have trouble hiding the effects. As for breast development, heavy shirts alone aren't doing the trick anymore.
The future terrifies me. My fundy college doesn't admit openly gay/lesbian/trans students. I have so many friends and teachers there that I love dearly. The same goes for my family even more. I couldn't have asked for better parents or sisters... we're all very close. If I come out, that likely will all be gone in the blink of an eye.
Far from it all being gloom and doom, though, I don't have too much room to complain. My life has been a walk in the park compared to many others. Just the thought of living my entire adult life as female, starting my career as female, and who knows, maybe adopting children one day and being called "mom"... it feels like I'll have to wake up any moment.
Anyways, sorry for rambling, I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to finally open up to other people. I truly appreciate the existence of a site like this and those that share your experiences with others. This is a wonderful community.
Thanks!