This post calls for "Uncle Teknoir's Story Time! (tm)!"

I was raised with the freedom to present and do whatever I wanted, so the "male life" was never really all that strange a place for me to consider being. I thought I belonged there for as long as I can remember, and I was right - it's felt like coming home. For the first time in my life, I feel like the world has a place open for me to take, and I have a bright future to look ahead to.
My nerves about living this life have been conditioned into me by society. So has the fear of regret - even though I know from experiance the alternative has no future.
However, before I began this path, I did attempt to live the life of female. Right from the outset, it seemed a weird and confusing way to live - but people (even those who said I should be myself) told me that was what was ment for me, and I'd like it if I gave it a shot.... so I did.
When I was persuaded to live as female for a time, I hated it. I was suicidal. Estrogen and androgen blockers fried my brain, making me an overly emotional illogical wreck. My body started changing in ways I hated. I had to dress in a manner I hated, and do all these weird and painful "beauty" routines which took huge chunks out of my time - and I still wasn't able to pass myself off as an even half decent looking female.
The person I was with wanted the whole "housewife and family" thing for the future. I felt as though there was no escape. My future was a fate worse than death - I had to be someone else - and I had to kill myself to do it (in a manner of speaking, or literally... it could have gone either way). I tried to live life as a career female for a while, but that was just as bad. I tried being just female at all... and I couldn't deal with it. It refused to mesh with who I was - so either it went or I went.
I was pushed hard into the female life at that time, and failed at it... badly. This caused many fights. One day in the heat of rage I screamed back "I'm not a effing <w word I can't bring myself to say> you effing moronic f-word", and then punched a concrete wall. I had no idea where the outburst came from at the time. I am normally a very controlled, quiet, non-violent, downright laid-back person.
Later, with a sore hand , I thought back to the way I used to live. To what I wanted when I was older, who I thought I'd grow up to be, who I really was. And finally, I tried to find a reason I shouldn't chase the dream of being who I am, and a reason I should stay how I was. I found nothing.
So that's how I figured out living as male was better for me than living as female. One was a possible future in which I could be myself, and the other had a future in which I (literally or otherwise) killed myself.
Since I was a kid, I always knew a "sex change" (as it was called back then) was something that was on the cards for me as a possibility. My life experiance just confirmed it. I knew what I had to do...