I wonder what you all think about this topic.
It seems to me, transition itself can be addictive.
Even before HRT, little things could help temporarily lift my dysphoria. Dressing up, coming out to friends and family... etc. These effects were always temporary. They did encourage me to do more.
Then HRT and coming out to the world, growing boobs and having fat store in new and squishy places, clothes, shoes, practicing presentation and all kinds of other stuff.
Of course, surgery can be a next step, and there are so many to choose from.
Transition is frightening and thrilling, and yet so many of us work to get to the other side. To put transition behind us.
And then, boring, depressing life is on the other side, just this time we are wearing bras and panties. Hopefully we have shed our dysphoric past.
I imagine there is a bit of a let down for some people once the excitement is all over and the new car smell has faded.
Boobs are cool and all. I grope myself like 437 times an hour. But the rest of the time, mere seconds really, they are just there.
I dunno, this is a bit of a ramble but I thought I would post it to see if anybody had thoughts on the topic.
Aloha,
Tori