For those unfamiliar with the term, "stealth" is when a transgendered person lives their life passing totally as their chosen gender. "Stealth" means that they maintain that their current gender is their birth gender.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would come to a point in my transition where I had the option of living stealth. I've always thought my voice is too deep, or I just simply wasn't pretty enough to slide under the radar. As time has gone on, I've found myself blending into society. I'm no longer "Kelli the trans-girl." I'm just... Kelli. At the grocery store, I don't get odd looks anymore. If anything, I've noticed all too many men gawking at me. I've taken that as my welcome to womanhood (now I know what all my genetic female friends have been complaining about).
Anyone that's close to me knows of my past. Anyone that I "allow in my bubble" knows who I was born as. For me (and I'm sure this will change as time goes on), I wouldn't be able to let someone close to me who had no idea. For the most part, my fears of transitioning are a thing of the past. However, there are still moments where I need to get something off my chest and it somehow ties into the fact that I'm trans.
Stealth is a blessing and a curse. I live in a house with 8 other women. Two of those women know that I'm a pre-operative trans-woman. The other 6 accept me as they see me. They don't question for a second that "something about Kelli seems different." I know this because I've asked the 2 that know if there have been any whispers. It's a great feeling to be able to be accepted as I am, without a pre-tense or a hesitation. It's great to not have to deal with being looked at differently. Simply put, I'm just an average girl. Which is REALLY cool. I've waited a very long time to have that. Ergo, this is the blessing.
The curse, however, is that I have to worry if my "leftover bits" are tucked well. I have to worry about the content I'm looking at on the internet when certain people pass through the room. I have to worry about quickly closing certain websites when my roommates come talk to me when I'm doing stuff on my laptop. I end up fearing discovery; of being outed.
As I say a lot, life is painfully balanced. There is equal blessing in being stealth as there is an equal curse. A double edged sword, to be cliché.
All in all, at the end of the day, I'm grateful. I've waited a very long time to be the girl, the woman, the sister that I am. I know many girls who would give their limbs to have the ability to be stealth. Just know that transition is a game of "Let's Make a Deal." If you get one good ability, it comes with downfalls and headaches.
Finally at long last, I have one aspect of my life that I've yearned for. The awkwardness, the fear of being real has faded into the past. Now it's on to deal with the rest of my life.