The one thing I'm starting to learn, now I'm talking and have at least outed myself to this forum, is to explore and take it slowly. The first "ton of bricks" type reaction is probably normal. What I mean by that is the sort of dramatic panic that tomorrow I am suddenly going to have to go out in public 'en femme'. I'd love to mind, but my male persona is so convincing (well to most anyway) that the shock would be just too much. Most people would probably think I have just gone nuts and write me off as a looney!
No, instead what I have decided to do is gently and subtly start to release and express my feminine side. For the past two years I have been getting my legs and back and well... yes, everything else

waxed. This was even before I was confronted my my gender issues of late. Now I've decided to shave my chest and arms and it feels absolutely glorious!! I am freed from the shackles of masculinity! I can show off my slender but slightly muscular legs and to my delight my arms look feminine. The exciting thing is, I now have no problem wearing shorts and a tank top and be seen in public. It feels wonderful, not sexual but right.
Only yesterday I went into the women's section of Target and selected out a nice pair of shorts. I hate the mens shorts, they're all too long and shapeless! What I was rapped with was I was able to go into the (albeit men's) change rooms and try them on. It felt so liberating.
I had a facial the other day and that inspired me to tone cleanse and moisturize. I purchased some of the skin products from the beautician that did the facial and among those products was hyaluronic acid and some eye cream. I am starting to see some results. I have also started to give myself a manicure and giving my nails a coat of clear polish.
The other thing I've been doing is wearing feminine underwear under my drab male clothes. I also openly bought these at Target... what a wonderful place

I know to the open and committed this may all sound a bit weak and woossey (no idea how to spell that!) but it gives me some satisfaction at being female without outwardly showing it. I am enjoying the liberation and sort of enjoying the risk that observant people will see the smooth skin or polished nails

. You never know, I might slowly get braver and braver.
Yes, I will consult professional help, but I realise I can't expect them to have all the answers, so in the meantime, I am trying to sort my head out. The best thing I can do now is NOT think of the ramifications of transitioning and outing myself because in the delicate emotional state I find myself in now, it would be seriously counterproductive. In fact what worried me most was while I was agonizing over that I was starting to get back those old thoughts of... suicide! It shocked me into backing off and taking the slow and gentle approach. After all, it's taken me most of my life to realise all this so what difference does a couple more years make.
Bless you all, you have been so much help.
I feel this strong, very strong sense of pride that I've been accepted into the sisterhood. I have and always have had, a very strong admiration for what you have done.
I love you all, Alexie.