Honestly, I'd like to finish the next 13 years and retire.
I love what I do, and it has given me a wonderful opportunity to revel in masculinity without being viewed as too terribly abnormal.
I can honestly say, at least at this point, that I am willing to trade openness for my career- until such time as I can retire, or the military pulls it's head out of it's collective posterior.
Add to that being married (no, he doesn't know... Yet), and the mother (urg... Gag!) of a wonderful little boy, and yeah... I'm more or less stuck.
I think a therapist is a wise first step, though.
Just being able to admit to myself what I've always known, that somehow I ended up in the wrong body... Feels pretty major. Honestly, like a major weight is off my shoulders.