I take care of my mom and my brother lives with us, and can be a consummate ->-bleeped-<-, especially to get under my skin like a tick. He took my transition pretty well, considering the fact that at one time his life's ambition was to become a Hell's Angel. Anyway, he'd only said a few little attempts at hurting me, but since my transition I'm so happy I don't care what he says. I'd never wanted to admit it, but I was attracted to guys even in the 7th grade, but I was also attracted to women. I was married twice, but I was becoming more attracted to guys than women by age 21, even though I constantly had women and had only been with two guys. I'm now 58 and I'm in a relationship with a very sweet guy who treats me completely like a woman, because that's how he sees me. Somehow it came up that I'm in a relationship with a man and that I'm in love with him. I thought my brother was going to stroke out he flipped out so bad. He said, word for word, "Oh ->-bleeped-<-, it just never ends with you. First you're living as a woman now for so long I can't remember what my brother looked like, and now you're telling me you're a Homo? You! You're telling me you're a f**king Homo! I can't f**king believe it, my sister's a f**king homo!" I thought I'd been adopted into Archie Bunker's family and couldn't stop laughing, which only made him angrier. I finally just told him, "Steve, I really don't care what you say, because I've considered myself a heterosexual woman for years." Then I zinged him, "Besides, I have absolutely no respect for your opinion about me, period!" He hasn't mentioned it since and has gone back to treating me better than I was ever treated as his 'brother.' He really does look at me as his sister now, I'm pretty sure, because if he looked at me as his brother there would have been violence from the day he first heard I was going to live as a woman in the house we live. He's a jerk, but I love him a lot anyway. I haven't been outed once by anyone anywhere, which is a miracle as far as I'm concerned now, because I began living full time after only six weeks on HRT, and I weighed 215 at 5' 9" tall. I did get outed by a mean spirited little bitch who worked as a front office girl at my doctor's office. I had to give her my license, which had my old photo and my insurance card. I was in a really pretty dress, and for me, I looked really good. The waiting room was absolutely packed and when she gave me back my license and insurance card, she said loudly, and with a smirky smile, "Thank you, Mr. Thomson" and caught my eye contact, and in that instant it was totally done on purpose, not some slip. One of her fellow office girls looked at her with a dirty look, because I don't think she knew about me, and virtually everyone in the waiting room was staring at me, so I just let go. I said back, just as loudly, "Mr. Thomson? You just called me Mr. Thomson!" She said with that totally fake innocence, "Oh, did I say that? Oh, I'm sorry," smirking. So I said, quieter, "For future reference, ma'am, you will address me by "Ma'am, Ms. or Miss, or I'll tell your boss and you'll lose your job. Do you understand?" The smile was off her face now, knowing I could cost her her job. I said again, "Do you understand?" "Yes, Ms. Thomson." I said, "Good." and sat down to wait. When I was called into the exam room I found some paper and a pen and wrote her to tell her how cruel a thing she did and that our lives are usually pure hell until we transition and someone like her can empty years of confidence with a few choice words. And a few other things. I also said that I wouldn't hesitate to tell the doctor if anything remotely like it happened between us again. I've read in several different places that most of the women who would out us like that are usually some dumpy mean spirited bitch and she fit the bill perfectly. She had Clark Kent glasses, zits, probably weighed close to 200 lbs. and I doubt if she reached 5' 2" in pumps. I was angry, not hurt. But other than those two things, I haven't had one incident in 17 1/2 months. I simply consider myself lucky, though. It could happen to anyone. I've read that cis women have other women asking if they're TS, if they have any masculine traits.