Hi,
I'm Jennifer, I am writing this post to say hello. I am hoping some of you may be able to share some wisdom on my situation. This is from a MTF perspective.
I sometimes question where I am right now because when I was younger I didn't feel like I was a girl all along like a lot of transgender people do, I enjoyed being a boy (my counsellor says it doesn't matter how I got here, it matters that I am here now). There was a girl in my school who got migraines in the sun. I wanted to be like her so wished I would get migraines too (now I get them and they are not fun..). At around 11, I started cross-dressing.
I just lived as a boy that cross-dressed very regularly with underwear and when in private, tops and things. In Video games I only wanted to play female characters and had one online female alias that I used and identified with (I used it so much my best friend jokingly expected my female name to be that alias when I came out to him).
At 18, I discovered transsexual pornography. I found I would watch it but then afterwards would feel ashamed – why did I like that sort of thing? It made me question my sexuality which I wasn't ready to do so I brushed it away and ignored it. I discovered a Transgender documentary. After catching that, I started researching transgender MTF people from the show. I would admire that they had done that. I was jealous and around this time was when I remember first identifying with myself that I wish I had been born a woman. I have no attachment to being in a male body – I just happen to have one. Again, at the time I brushed it off "well that's how it is, tough!"
At 21 at Uni some female friends thought I would look really good dressed up as a woman because I was skinny, they wanted me to dress up for a night out in a dress and go as one of the girls. I was far too nervous to admit that I WANTED to do it! I was scared I would get sussed out as some weirdo. So, I said no but then kept bringing the idea up again in the hope they would encourage me to go through with it. One of my biggest regrets – it didn't happen.
Through the 20's I kept cross-dressing, but I was getting bolder I went out a few times I spent more time looking at crossdressing and transgender videos on YouTube. I should mention cross-dressing was largely a fetish thing for me until this point.
Now we're at the current time – 28. I started finding I was cross-dressing then going back to male mode without any sexual release. It had stopped being a fetish without me realising. I changed what I would wear to be more normal and less "sexy". I was also starting to get frustrated with cross-dressing. I would look in the mirror and see a man in female clothes which didn't both me before. I was starting to put on weight and my slender feminine appearance was starting to bulk out and become masculine. I hated it and immediately went on a diet.
I watched yet another transgender video but this time, instead of running away I asked a question of myself – is that me? Could I go through that? Oppps – that may be have been a mistake.
For the next month I became obsessed. I would leave my desk at work, so I could go to the loo go on my phone and research transitioning. I would get in from work and do the same. Where I spent so much time and energy on it I started having anxiety problems. With no one to talk to, I came out to my two best friends who have been great.
My wife could tell I was unhappy and thought it was work stress. That made things worse as I was lying to her. The Anxiety was soon accompanied by depression, so I booked in with a counsellor. A few weeks later I also told my wife what was going on as I couldn't stomach the sick feeling of lying to her.
At counselling I felt a bit lost. Being called by my male name didn't make me happy but nor did Alexa (the name I had picked for myself, love the name). My counsellor suggested that maybe the name was wrong. Alexa was a beautiful name, but I felt like it carried an image that didn't fit me. She gave examples of other names, one of which was Jennifer. I said I love that name and couldn't believe I had missed that off my list. "That's it, from now I'm calling you Jennifer" is what my counsellor said to me.
I will never forget what I felt in that moment. It fit perfectly. I didn't hesitate, that was me! Jenn, Jenny, Jennifer. Wow!
I started identifying inwardly as Jennifer from that moment onwards but that made everything so much worse.
I'm now in a place where I feel like I know who I am. I want to do things in life that I have never been able to do: I want to paint my nails, I want to try new make-up, I want to try new clothes, I want a tattoo on my ribs, I want a navel piercing, I want to re-decorate my room in pink because why the f*** not!? I want be known as Jennifer by my friends. I want to go to my favourite concert as Jennifer.
I look at myself in the mirror and hate parts of my body. I remove hair from my chest thinking it will ease body dysphoria, but it doesn't help – it's still not right. I get so jealous both of AFAB females and transwomen.
I recently had a day to be Jenn, I got dressed and looked in the mirror and tears came to my eyes. It feels so comfortable and now I'm improving my make-up skills, I look... nice!! The next day back as male-me, I felt awful.
I'm now three months into this explosion of emotion. The depression is severe and constant, I have pills for anxiety, but it doesn't help much. I'm trying to live for my wife because I love her so much but I'm just so miserable for it. We talked about middle-ground, non-transition options. I just can't see cross-dressing for 3 hours once a week as going to cut it though.
My sexuality has come into question too. I have for the last 28 years been a straight male. Now suddenly when a horny moment comes along, I find myself imaging being Jenn, with a... man!? Not only that, but its nice??? I've always been able to say if I think men are attractive or not, but I've never been sexually attracted to them (that probably doesn't make much sense). Now I find myself trying to pick between imaging myself with my wife, or imaging myself with a man with a female body. I pick the latter, then feel guilty! It's a weird feeling where I want to be the little spoon not the big spoon, I want to be the protected not the protector.
My counsellor describes me as basically having an affair with myself. I pick between Jennifer or my wife, someone gets hurt and I get hurt either way! How can you choose what is right in a situation like this? I've been with my wife for 10 years, but can you really deny who you are for someone else?
I suppose my questions are:
1. What the heck is with the sexuality change? Is that even possible!?
2. Am I misunderstanding this, am I over thinking my Crossdressing habits and I've got this all wrong?
3. If I give this time, and don't transition, will my dysphoria/anxiety/depression get less (I know it won't go away, but will it become more manageable?)
4. Is my lack of knowing I was a girl when I was younger and my fetish beginnings in cross-dressing a warning I'm wrong about how I feel and risk making a big mistake?
5. Help!?
6. Sorry this is so long ☹