Eighteen months after stopping my transition, I've decided to make a new attempt.
My history.
I know there are a variety of transwomen here; some who felt trans since an early age, feeling great dysphoria, and some, like me, who lived a happy life as a man but had a shadow yearning for change.
Beginning around age 12, I acquired a small wardrobe and began to dress when I was alone in the house. Back in the '60s, there was no way to discover that I wasn't alone in my feelings, so I secretly dressed when I knew I wouldn't be discovered. I felt some degree of shame and worried about the embarrassment if my parents found out. Around the age of 14, I stopped altogether.
Fast forward many years and two marriages. During this time, I felt no dysphoria or a yearning to dress. I enjoyed my man parts and making love to women. However, my second marriage exploded three years ago when my wife told me that she hated sex and never wanted to have it again. I was fairly devastated and entered therapy. Around nine months in, Laura came out to her therapist. She was the first person I ever told. I was quite afraid of telling my therapist my story or my need to begin transitioning, but she was quite supportive.
Like many things I do, I went whole hog; acquiring a large wardrobe though visits to Kohls where I dared to try clothes on in the men's dressing room, starting twice weekly electrolysis sessions, visiting my doctor and coming clean so I could begin taking hormones, and hiring a consultant to teach me how to purchase and apply make-up.
I was mostly an in-house woman, being too shy and afraid to venture out. Being 64 at the time and clearly not passable, I feared being clocked, particularly by my neighbors. One time did I leave the house as Laura, driving myself to a trans support group meeting. I felt like this was a great step forward, but the group was quite small. My ongoing fear was how was this story going to end. Would I be a able to come out to my family and tennis friends? Would I be ostracized and abandoned by them? Could I ever be passable, even with FFS?
Several months into HRT, my nipples began their tell-tale sign that they were waking up. While this, at first, excited me, joy quickly turned into fear. How long could I get away with transitioning before being questioning about my growing girls?; What would people think of me when they discovered I was a transwoman? Would I, like many here, lose both family and friends? My need to become a woman was quickly overpowered by this paralyzing fear. In short order, I quit HRT and gave away all my clothes and supplies.
That was 18 months ago. During that time, I've dated two women, quite happily as a man, so I know Laura is a lesbian. Last week, Laura reappeared and I know she doesn't want to leave. She's ready to begin HRT and happy only to be a house woman, who will use a binder when the girls are too noticeable. Laura 2.0 won't be telling her family and friends. I don't have Alaskan Danielle's courage to pull up stakes and move 1000 miles away to start a new life; for one, she was passable when she moved. Being 66 now, I don't see myself ever being passable, although I do plan to pursue FFS once HRT has done some of its work. That may help, but Laura is terribly afraid of being ostracized at her tennis club. Being retired, I have tennis and flying that keep me moving forward. I don't want to end up being cast away by my friends.
Moving forward, I've assessed where I am and where I want to be. I've picked up 10 pounds in the last 18 months, so I've started a rigorous diet to knock those off. I've started acquiring a small wardrobe that will hold me over until the weight is gone. I plan on calling a transclinic Monday so I can restart HRT. And, I've come back here so that I can learn and be part of a great community.
I've been in a LTR with a woman for the past eight months, and while we've visited each other often, she doesn't know my secret. I know Laura must come out to her, though, and I plan that conversation in the very near future.
For now, I feel ready to try Version 2.0. The old fears are still there, but I feel it's better to move forward than backwards. A step back, when you going in the wrong direction, is really a step forward.
Laura