I'd been waiting for a long time, but mostly because of an inventive mind/overactive imagination. I'd been thinking from 5th grade on that surgery was possible =]
I bide my time by focusing on improving my life elsewhere; if I see my peachfuzz and how it isn't growing in, I try to join a sport, look for a job, start a research project, talk to a new friend, find a new way to make eggs, teach my rats new tricks, etc. Haha the same way someone handles ANY type of major depression/'attack' of critically low self-esteem.
Mostly, I just get through it (day-by-day, minute-by-minute, AA kind of thing), and remember that there's a lot in life to live for that doesn't require a gender...