I think this is just a sign of the times, but in my high school, there were plenty of open gays and even semi-crossdressers. If they were physically attractive, everyone loved them; they'd become the life of the party. If they were ugly, they were automatically labeled a freak or a loser. Just like the celebrity world, people in my highschool had more personality freedom the more attractive and popular they were; hardly of the any "all gays/trans are freaks" mindsets applied. My generation grew up with freaks on the TV (everyone my age loves Marilyn Manson and Jeffree Star), so the stigma tends to be pushed aside onto a divide that's honestly more frequent in my generation; the divide between being attractive and quite ugly.
And I'm quite ugly, so needless to say, no one ever admired my transition or personality in the way that they did for the more attractive souls of my high school, and I can count how many friends I had on one hand. I never was anti-social or negative, I just could not make friends because everytime I tried, either a boy or a girl would ask "What's wrong with your face?" - I'd say I got asked that by random strangers in school well over 100 times. It really got to me after awhile. I was very strange looking in the face both for a male or female role, I really couldn't 'break through' anywhere, though I tried many things.
And in that position, really the last groups a person tends to get along with are the "nerds" or the "marching band/academic" folks, but I just had way different interests than all the computer/video game "nerds" (I was always a film/art freak myself, very few of those in my school), and the academic folks really just never seemed to have a good grasp on the problems that really happen in the world to take the time to get to know who I am. Some of those folks, though mature and nice, could hear the words "Oh, I was raped by my father a couple years back." and run for the hills.
In the end, my life hasn't improved one bit, I'm still ugly as crap and I haven't been in a relationship or sexual encounter for over 5 years (probably a world record for any teenager in the 21st century) despite how social I try to be, and it really takes it's toll.