I hesitated to post because my inherent sense of modesty says I am not pretty but looking back 40 years, to when I first transitioned, the evidence says otherwise. I was tall, lean, and with a modest figure and a pleasing face. What Nicole says is a pretty good summary of what life is like for a pretty girl.
I was terribly naive when I first transitioned and not equipped to handle the amount and type of attention I attracted from the opposite sex. It was very heady stuff and just wonderful for my sense of self, to go from 'freak' to popular girl, but I wasn't very considerate of men - I was enjoying "catch & release" - picking a guy I liked, have a one-night fling, and then look for another. My naivety led me into a bad situation and I ended up as a "trophy wife" to an ambitious man. That only lasted a few months until I figured out that he didn't really give a shyte about me as long as I was on his arm for public viewing. After that I became very skeptical and cynical and had a hard time trusting anyone.
I did marry a second time but he had to pursue me for months before I even accepted a first date.
That was all a long time ago, 40 years ago, and I am no longer slender. I have aged well but am no longer as attractive as I once was and certainly don't attract the same degree of interest but I look around at the really attractive younger women I know and I see them struggling with the same issues - guys see an attractive woman as a physical conquest but don't see and don't care about the PERSON inside that attractive body. It is a very superficial thing, very transitory, and singularly unfulfilling. Most of my male friends now have known me for years and are friends because they enjoy my company. IT is much nicer if the friendship comes first and the attraction second.
Would I rather have been much more plane? No, it was good for my sense of self but it wasn't without its down-side.