Quote from: Finally Anna on July 28, 2026, 08:56:30 AMOur wives do not have an enviable situation and if they can still find love for us after transition or even after "only" lots of integration and no transition, then they are worth exactly all and everything (of course, they are worth all that regardless of whether they can cope or not).
I can rather safely assume that my wife knows how this works. A month back, when I really came out to her, she asked "Do you actually want to be a woman?" and I said "Yes, if I could choose then I would want to, but I cannot really choose because I have the shape and body that I have". She must have understood about my state of mind/identity because she said that she feared her own attraction if I had surgeries. In her own words: "If you get breasts, if my husband gets breasts, what will I think?".
At that time I said that I will try to find out how much I really need and that I will not do things unless I really think i have to, need to. I will stand by that, but both she and I knows that we don't know and we agreed that we take the future as it comes. I try to not go sky high unless I really must and she will try to accept things for as long as she can - and she is certain to voice her opinions if she has issues (I have learned that the practical way...)
I am not super dysphoric about my male body, but have always been quite bodily euphoric about a female body. I do get the odd streak of body dysphoria but not that often. So, it feels like I may have a choice. I guess I will know for sure in a year or so, but if I had to answer right now I'd say that I possibly, even probably, can be ok with "only" a lot of female integration but without actual physical transition. I hope I can be ok with that. I will try to be ok with that. Because I do not want to disrupt things even more, unless I really need to.
The absolutely non-negotiable thing is that I will not under any circumstances put myself into a state like it was before I hatched, 'cause that means a slippery slope towards catastrophe.
About transition: The waiting time to even get a diagnosis is some 3+ years here, so any transitional arrangements faster than that is diy via internet and I don't fancy that method for reasons of realiability, hassle and guaranteed supply. If I ever transition physically, then it is not to get sick from unsuitable levels or wobbly supply.
OMG, 3+ years and you need a diagnosis?! I may live an area that adores Trump, but it's in California. I'm lucky. One Zoom meeting and the patch is ready for me three days later.
I would never assume that you and I are alike in our journey. That said, it's very déjà vu here in your story. Last year at this time, I believe my pronouns were he/they. I spoke to my wife about this and told her that I was enjoying wearing a lot of feminine clothing and a little bit of makeup, but I could not envision myself ever transitioning. I did not feel dysphoric about my maleness, But I did feel very strong affinity for my femininity. (Affinity for femininity? Did I just invent a bumper sticker?).
The femininity thing just kept growing on me. Once I made the shift to colored nail polish, I never went back to clear. Once I started wearing nude lipstick, it just got more and more expressive, and I never went back. I started hanging out with more trans people, and I started to feel at home.
Next, I felt and shared with my wife that my pronouns had changed to they/them. By then I was only wearing women's clothes, but they kind of passed as mens. This was a watershed moment because I had left behind being or presenting as male.
Frankly, it felt irresistible to be so female. Within a couple of months, I changed my pronouns again. Somewhere in here, I started to feel dysphoria for the first time in my life. The euphoria was still strong, but I also started to look at a certain body part and wish it were weren't there. I started to dislike urinating. I went out a few times in public when I was out of town and wore my breast forms. I started to look at my flat chest and wish there were something there.
Now I'm on estradiol and I'm reading avidly about progesterone. Today, for one of the first times, I went to work wearing false eyelashes, full makeup, and gorgeous red lipstick. Tomorrow, I'll wear my first dress to work.
I still find myself in shock sometimes that this is happening. People regularly call me Krista now, and I like it, but it's still a little weird. And nice. I still feel just the way I always have. But I do know that I can't go back.
Also, Anna, thank you for hearing this story over and over. I don't know if I tell it the same way or a little bit different way each time but I think I've told it to you several times now. It helps me to be able to express this in writing to someone. I think I'll go put my timeline on my Susan's blog now.