I started testosterone at the beginning of August. Before that, I was a mezzo soprano--not a bad one, at that. After I began the hormones, I didn't sing at all (not even in the shower!). But I've been in theater and music all my life, and when I arrived at college, I noticed a poster for a musical that was holding auditions. I decided to go to a pre-audition rehearsal that was held to familiarize auditioners with the music. I picked up some sheet music and went to the rehearsal.
The problem was, I hadn't sang in over a month, and I'd NEVER sang with my new voice besides a little humming now and then to explore my new vocal range. I knew my voice was a ton lower than it used to be--a normal tenor, even lower than some of the guys in my dorm. But I was nervous when I got to the rehearsal. (Even more so because one of my JAs--the equivalent of an RA in most colleges--was auditioning, too.) We started off with scales, and I panicked for a moment because I couldn't find the note, even though I have perfect pitch. I discovered that it's a lot harder to hear yourself in the low range than in the high range. I finally found the right notes, and the scales went pretty well. I relaxed and sang along with the group.
Then we got to the music. I was sweating because I was afraid my voice would come out sounding terrible or childish or womanly, but we began to sing the baritone part (I was auditioning as a tenor, but we sang each other's parts anyway) and my voice came out fine! It was all deep and masculine and sounded better and louder than a lot of the other male singers. I couldn't believe that I could sing the baritone part confidently even though I'm a tenor! (As an added bonus, I was the only one who could hit the high notes with any clarity at all.)
I wanted to share this because I'm just so happy things are turning out so well. Today was my first day of classes and it looks like things are going to be all right.
(When my voice gets in the baritone range, I'm giving my dad a call. I love him and I think it would be good for him, even if he freaks a little.)
My audition's tomorrow. Wish me luck!