Well, I'm only just starting on the road, so it'll be a long time before I'm ready to have ANY kind of sexual/romantic relationship as a woman. But here's what I've learned from my not-so-great attempt top live as a man: secrets always come out, and the always, always hurt.
My wife and children are devastated by the discovery that I'm trans. They feel lied to. They can't trust their emotions or even their memories any more because suddenly the person they thought they knew as their husband or father don't seem to be that person any more ... and maybe wasn't ever that person ... so what does that do to all the love they placed in me when they thought I was a man? They're confused, they're uncertain, they're scared, they feel betrayed ... and are they angry about that? Hell yeah!
Now, I try to tell them that I always loved them and always will, that I never lied to them or pretended to love them when I didn't. But they just don't know whether to believe that any more. And it's killing me.
So when I'm at a point to have a relationship with someone else that is going to involve any kind of emotional commitment between us, I'm going to make damn sure that the person I'm with knows exactly what they're getting. That way, if they're still interested, I'll feel secure. I won't ever be afraid of what might happen if they ever found out. I won't have to tell little white lies about growing up as a girl, or have to remember to get my story straight, or explain how come I know so much about sport and military history. I can relax ... and, if it ever comes to this, which I pray it does, I can know that I am loved form myself, as I truly am ... which is all I've ever wanted in the world.