Since one of my biggest phobias is being misunderstood, please allow me to try and work out this horrific mess of a first impression. Sorry for the long post.
First of all, I know it sounded like I woke up one morning as said, "gee I think I'll become a woman. Wouldn't that be a larf?" Believe me, this is certainly not the case. I've been feeling this way for the last fifteen years, even since I started high school. I can remember that most of my friends were women because we thought almost exactly alike. Even today some of my best friendships have been with women because of that same reason; it's like we're sisters. But every time the thought came up that I might actually be a woman on the inside, born into the wrong gender (the exact phrase was "lesbian in a man's body"), I had to react the only way my ultra-conservative upbringing knew how - ignoring, dismissing, and denying that it ever happened. I was born a guy, and that's what I was supposed to be. For fifteen years, I struggled to keep "her" down inside me. Sometimes it was easy and I never really felt like anything was wrong, and at other times, "she" screamed so loud that I couldn't function. Several times I would let my thoughts wander and I would picture myself as a woman, wearing the clothes, makeup, jewelry, and everything. Once I "caught" myself, I'd fall back on the dismissal, ignoring, and denial that I had become familiar with. But then I'd feel very depressed about having to "go back to being a man" again.
Without getting carried away with excuses, let me just say that recently I've been through an amazing period of self-discovery. I've finally allowed myself to stop ignoring, dismissing and denying these feelings, and found that I don't feel quite as "guilty" as I did before. It's more like I looked inside myself to find "her" again and let "her" out instead of keeping "her" locked up in a cell. I can't express how wonderful it's felt to let "her" free. I had never acknowledged on a serious level that she was there inside me. It was only recently that I gave her a name, which I consider a big step toward acceptance. Coming on to this forum and announcing my feelings and questions was a huge hurdle, and I know it's quite tiny compared to what I'd be going through. But the fact that I'm also here with the new name (Stephanie) shows that I no longer consider "her" to be a separate part of me, but rather an integral and quite strong aspect of my identity. Maybe I'm not exactly like everyone else here, who never felt it was a decision. My decision is not "whether I feel like a man or a woman" but rather "do I completely shed the old me and let the true aspect take the controls, or learn to live both lives?"
So maybe I'm still nervous about how to handle myself now that I'm whole and accepting of who I am. Maybe I sounded very clinical and casual in my first post. Maybe I sounded like I wanted to do this "on a whim because it sounded like a hoot." But please understand - please - I'm just very nervous and not quite sure of how to continue. I'm not used to being this open about myself. Coming here was a big step. I came here looking for acceptance and guidance from people who are more experienced and knowledgeable than I am. What you described as a "powder-puff hit" was stronger than I thought, although I know that I'll have to deal with things a thousand times worse. I don't blame anyone here for that, I always value honesty above anything else (though I'm still learning how to be honest with myself). I appreciate the fact that everyone here was concerned enough about me and my mental state to not mince words. I am not "running away at the first sign of apprehension," I was simply agreeing with what everyone said that I need to learn if this is right for me, and if I'm doing this for the right reasons. I whole-heartedly agree that therapy is an excellent place to start. But I know that I'm not happy with acting like a man anymore. It's never really felt right.
But at the same time, I also can't help but wonder and ask questions about a physical appearance. It's not for society to accept me, I just figure if I'm going to go through with changing the way I look, I might as well try my best to look my best - I mean, who wouldn't want to look their best? I don't care if people think I'm ugly, or if I look like a "man who is trying to pass as a woman." I just would like to be able to look in the mirror and finally see what I've always wanted to see. Someone here has a signature that quotes something I've always followed. "Shoot for the moon. If you miss, you'll hit the stars." How true is that?
Like I said for right now I'm just going to see a therapist and maybe look into a support group. I'll start dieting and losing weight, something that I should do anyway. I've figured that perhaps for Halloween I'll go en femme, to sort of test the waters of how I take to it and my friends reactions as well.
I'm not running away. I'm not backing down. I'm dedicated to searching my feelings and figure out what I really want and what I really need. I'm hoping that I'll be welcome here and will still look here first for answers to any questions I might have.