If you had asked me six weeks ago if I was ever going to transition, I would have said, "No. I'm happy. I'm not really going to pass well. I don't think I need to go any further." My friends are treating me as a girl. My girlfriend is happy. Meh, why go through the trouble.
And yet, here I am at work in a dress and makeup.
I'm not sure what changed. I just turned 49 at the beginning of the month, maybe the thought of running out of time and my never being able to fully express myself was becoming over whelming. Maybe I was getting tired of hiding the changes.
No I still don't really pass well, but I don't really care anymore.
Like some other people have said, it doesn't matter if you have a plan, sometimes life has its own plan.