Don't overlook the obvious of who you were before and who you are now. For example, before my transition I was a very quiet introverted person. In fact it was very difficult to get to know me at all. I can remember one way it which it showed was at work. If I were speaking from a position of knowledge or authority, then I would speak up for myself because I knew I couldn't be challenged, but idle chit chat in a conference room? I was hopelssly lost and just sitting there. I was a very miserable person in my past life. If there was a company gathering I never showed. I didn't even want to show up once when they were honoring me for some achievement.
Fast forward to today, in the same conference room I am just as likely to speak from a position of knowledge as I am likely to use humor, idle chit chat, getting to know someone personally, human interaction in general. I am also 100 times more likely tol et my feelings be known to myelf or my boss. I am more likely to show any emotions that are needed, happiness, sadness, disappointment, anything. My gender transition turned me from a dark miserable to a functioning happy human being. How can I ever knock that even in a hundred lifetimes?
After I started living full time as a woman, a giant tidal wave of represssed feminity came gushing out of me. Suddenly I was let loose on the world. I could wear a skirt, a dress, tight fitting jeans, heels, or flats. I remember the joy of getting my ears pierced, what a wonderful moment that was. I became an earring hunt, buying pairs of earrings all the time. I remember getting my first manicure and pedicure and having gel nails with designs on them. Wearing sandals to show off my pretty toenails. I was a portrait of perfect feminity.
I threw away everything from past, my music, love of cars, my desire to be left alone, so that I could experience the world unfettered. I wll never forget about 9 months of living full time I was looking at one of my guitars and I was actually sad because I couldn't play it. So I slowly and painfully pulled off my gel nails so that I could play my guitar once again. It was around that time that I began to realize I really didn't have to throw away my old life. In the days when I transitioned, there was still an expectation that a MTF becomes a woman and takes on housewife role, cooking, cleaning, etc. I was saying f*** that, that's a worse trap than where I came from. I was like the little canary who grew up in a dark lifeless cage. Did I want to move into another cage, or did I want to be free like I was at that moment, with no cage and no boundaries? I chose freedom.
I do know that SRS surgery changed me psychologically. I was definitely a different person after it was done. Before the surgery, every square inch of my body was feminine, except a few. That surgery fixed the last few and suddenly I didn't have anything to hide anymore. I was all girl and I knew it. It was a real gamechanger of an operation for me. I was a woman unleashed and had no cage or boundaries. I could do anything, experiment in any topic or thing, be it masculine or feminine. It took me a few years t realize I was a fusion of 2 people, the person I was and the person I was and in fact still am becoming. My masculine upbringing gave me oodles of confidence and assertiveness. Far more than any born woman could ever have. My freedom gave me extroversion. I lik bonding wth people, chit chatting. I am about to leave to the gym after I finish this post and I am looking forward to chatting it up with my women friends there.
I guess what I am saying is, we can never escape our pasts. Admin, you yourself are a fusion of who you are and who you were just as I am. It's what makes trans people so unique and different. A man who isn't a thoughtless prick, or a woman who isn't afraid to bust her knuckles on a project. We are the truly free ones because everyone else lives in a gender silo except us. We can stay in silo for a while if it makes us happy, or jump over to the other silo if it that's what we want to do. Or for that matter we ca do choose no silo and move where we please. You like sewing clothes, I love busting knuckles. None of that changes the fact that I am a woman or you a man. Enjoy the differences and look down with pity at the people trapped in the silos.