Was just thinking of this whilst showering today, probably due to another comment I made last night about why I delayed/delaying transitioning.

For me it was learning that I was not alone, there were many others with GID. This was such a revelation, I was so relieved that it was real, I was not odd!

Funnily I had a really close work friend in the UK I always confided in, I recall saying to him how I wish I had been born a girl, hated beards, expectations of being a male, all the bravado etc.... but the subject of others never really came up, so I continued to hide it etc...

This really only occurred around the late 30's mark maybe turning forty, I hid it well, or so I thought, however in thinking I realised that whilst I was not gay, by definition, I did used to always get tagged with remarks around my sexuality, despite being married and having kids... I now fully understand why!

Above was the biggest I ever had, since then it was getting on HRT, recently becoming resolute in my target for full transition...

So who else has had euphoric moments?

L Katy

My most euphoric moment (it still fills me with love and happiness) was when I first tried on breast forms...I put my arm/wrist between them, felt an immense relaxation, sighed, and thought, "omg...that's what my chest is supposed to feel like!"

Now my "breast forms" are living tissue, and I cannot imagine life without them ( or any part of my transition).

I had just gotten my new, better wig. I went to a party where a friend I had known for about 10 years answered the door. He knew I had transitioned because I told him in email and he knew I would likely be a that party, but he did not recognize me.

Had I looked even a little like a man to him, he would easily have figured out who I was.

It was one of the early indications that I really would be able to pass.

First time ever I took an E pill.

my first prescription of estrogen. I dreamt about it for 40 years then finally

Kinda got to agree as a very close one taking my first E pill! Let's call this "a too close to call most Euphoric moment"

L Katy

Quote from: iKate on April 10, 2015, 08:58:32 AM
First time ever I took an E pill.

Ecstasy?

Getting up one morning with messed up hair, no makeup and seeing a woman staring back!! I just stared in amazement.

• The first time I dropped in on a vert quarterpipe was pretty rad.
• The first time I successfully grinded my trucks (backside 50-50). That was New Year's Day, 1999.
• Making out with my first girlfriend for hours and hours
• Indulging in my ABDL kink with my girlfriend at the time (a different one - actually, any love and romance I've had with this sweet lady)
• One particular date I had a few years ago, sleeping on a futon with a wonderful girl (yet another fine lass)
• Wearing a matching dress and eyeshadow, and my mom tells me I look pretty
• Any given time I've laughed so hard with friends, to the point of crying

Quote from: MugwortPsychonaut on April 10, 2015, 01:11:23 PM
Ecstasy?

If that's what you wanna call it.

Mine happened after I was about 2.5 years on T. Prior to that I had a lot of trouble seeing myself as male...I knew I was supposed to be male, but I just didn't have the confidence at all. I was convinced people could always "tell." I had a lot of bad experiences for many years regarding transition, where it was delayed, and even the most supportive and well-meaning people were hurtful. I also had flat out abusive experiences. So those tainted my view on everything and I always saw a woman in the mirror despite the time on HRT. I was deeply unhappy because I felt like I'd never be able to be seen as the man I am, live fully as a man, or see a man in the mirror.

But then I started a new job and was seen as male without question. And quite literally, I had no qualifications, lol...other than life experience and a great deal of passion for people. Management took me at face value and gave me a chance, putting a lot of faith in me and a lot of responsibility into my hands. So I have always felt grateful to them for seeing the worth of my convictions. In turn, I had to become the type of man that I felt the job required. In terms of seeing a man in the mirror...well...that just took some time. Realizing that people saw me as cis and I did not have to out myself unless I wanted to, ever. When I did out myself to someone, she was surprised, but extremely kind and accepting (despite her ignorance in some regards). I also had to out myself to my boss, who could see that I was upset and told me that I did not have to worry about anyone knowing unless I wanted them to know, because my experiences were only something that made me wiser, not something that was written plainly for others to see on my face.

And I just remember one day that I looked in the mirror and I saw a man's face, the face that everyone else saw. And since then I have never seen "her" at all. But it was more than that. I looked into the mirror and I saw a man who had stepped up to the plate, taken responsibility, who values what he does and respects and loves the people he works with and for. Who has a painful history but no longer has to be defined by it. That was such a euphoric moment because I never thought it was would happen. And it was thanks to the people in my life who were able to see my worth when I felt the most worthless, and the people who were able to love me when I was feeling the most unlovable.

First e Patch then first e Shot. The new better wig I'm using now. Looking at myself in new pictures or in the mirror and seeing a woman and not a male starring back at me.
Mariah

I think my most euphoric moments were the major 'landmarks' of my transition that I was desperately hoping to achieve at the time

First one was news that Charing Cross had my referral

Another was when I took my HRT for the first time!

Most recently, and quite possibly the best so far was when I saw my doctor sign my referral for surgery form a few days ago, I was totally beaming ^^

In terms of other things, looking in the mirror and seeing my true self brings so much joy 

3 of them were seeing my children right after they were born and realizing what wonderful people they were and the possibilities they had.

Quote from: LordKAT on April 11, 2015, 10:43:21 PM
3 of them were seeing my children right after they were born and realizing what wonderful people they were and the possibilities they had.

Yup, you're right, definately Emotional and Euphoric... Cannot deny!

Eggy_nog, that referral would definately make me sing too...

Hi Mariah, yup know the feelings, actually looking in the mirror with Hair makes me feel weepy with how much I've changed

Hi Birkin, fully get it... For me it's the other way, but do get it...

Mugwortcybernaut... Not my most Euphoric, but landing a 30' Jump skiing a couple of years back

Hi Jessica, I can relate to that, except the hair bit 

Thanks thus far, interesting   

L Katy

It was a moment I will remember all my life!

I grew up in thee 1950s and 60s and my 'gender dysphoria' was there from the beginning, even before my earliest memory, but in those days it didn't even have a name. My delusion that I was or should have been a girl was seen as a mental issue and I seemed to be constantly skating on the edge of being institutionalized and treated against my will.

I was 16 in 1965 when I first heard about 'transsexualism' and Dr. Benjamin in New York and managed go get there to see him. It was a bit of a relief to find out that I wasn't crazy (at least not in the conventional sense) but I was from Canada and there was ZERO medical help of any kind at home in those days.

The following year I managed to find a sympathetic gynecologist who started me on HRT at 17 (without parental permission) but the only surgery available was overseas and was ridiculously expensive. I sunk into depression in my early 20s and became suicidal. Although I had the support of my doctor, there was nothing that could be done.

I was 24 when I heard that Dr. Biber had started his practice in Colorado and within days I had arranged to meet him. I didn't have enough money for SRS but Dr. Biber waived his fee and I checked in to hospital in Colorado on Easter Sunday in 1974. My surgery was to be the following morning.

I awoke (partially) from the anaesthetic about 4 hours later, awake enough to look under the blankets and see that the surgery had been done. For the first time in my life, I was at peace! With the Colorado sun shining in my window, I went back to sleep and slept peacefully for the fist time since childhood.

I'll never forget those foggy moments of seeing that it had been done and that the trials of a lifetime were over once and for all.

(41 years ago and still flying high! LOL!)

Coming out to my extended social/work circle was an early big one. I felt giddy and high for days. When I had my hormone readiness assesment and the woman who administered it said she fully expected me to be aproved I was again all over the up side of the emotional scale for days.
Saying goodbye to my male placeholder in a mirror was another powerful moment.

And of course the best was getting my script and taking my first doses of E and spiro. After 30 years of thinking the day would never come...

All I can say is laughter and tears of relief. I will never forget that moment!

Relative to being transgender, some of my most euphoric moments were about finally feeling self acceptance.  Starting HRT put me in a euphoria that lasted months.  I just smiled every day and loved every change--still do

Quote from: Northern Jane on April 17, 2015, 11:18:59 AM
It was a moment I will remember all my life!

I grew up in thee 1950s and 60s and my 'gender dysphoria' was there from the beginning, even before my earliest memory, but in those days it didn't even have a name. My delusion that I was or should have been a girl was seen as a mental issue and I seemed to be constantly skating on the edge of being institutionalized and treated against my will.

I was 16 in 1965 when I first heard about 'transsexualism' and Dr. Benjamin in New York and managed go get there to see him. It was a bit of a relief to find out that I wasn't crazy (at least not in the conventional sense) but I was from Canada and there was ZERO medical help of any kind at home in those days.

The following year I managed to find a sympathetic gynecologist who started me on HRT at 17 (without parental permission) but the only surgery available was overseas and was ridiculously expensive. I sunk into depression in my early 20s and became suicidal. Although I had the support of my doctor, there was nothing that could be done.

I was 24 when I heard that Dr. Biber had started his practice in Colorado and within days I had arranged to meet him. I didn't have enough money for SRS but Dr. Biber waived his fee and I checked in to hospital in Colorado on Easter Sunday in 1974. My surgery was to be the following morning.

I awoke (partially) from the anaesthetic about 4 hours later, awake enough to look under the blankets and see that the surgery had been done. For the first time in my life, I was at peace! With the Colorado sun shining in my window, I went back to sleep and slept peacefully for the fist time since childhood.

I'll never forget those foggy moments of seeing that it had been done and that the trials of a lifetime were over once and for all.

(41 years ago and still flying high! LOL!)

Wow Jane we grew up during the same time period, I too had no idea of what I was feeling was called, let alone anyone, until the internet came along, that could help, by then I was married wit kids...
That certainly must have been a totally Euphoric moment 

L Katy

dont think i had one yet. if i did than i must of missed it