Over the years I have thought about my transgender transition as climbing a hill. then sliding down. Recently though, I have began to consider it as more of a trip up a gender stairwell.
My first steps could have been the hardest. I had to live through the unmistakable urge to try on any or all of my Mom’s clothes I could squeeze into. This step produced many feelings including confusion, fear and elation. This step was destined to last many years as I desperately tried to understand ad hide my inner feelings’
The next step brought with it the realization I wanted to be so much more than look like that girl I was seeing in the mirror. I didn’t understand it fully at the time but I wanted to be the girl staring back at me. All of a sudden, the feeling of wearing the clothes and the makeup faded away and a new deep longing settled in.
Ironically the next several steps became steeper and blended in. As I became more experienced in the makeup arts and was able to build my own small collection of women’s clothing, I am of the opinion I paused on these steps to look around and see where I was located. I did know, as far as my gender issues were concerned, not one thing had improved. I still would wake up in the morning wondering if I wanted to spend the day cross dressed as a male or enter m more natural gender (feminine). Unfortunately, there was little I could do about it.
Years later, I was able to take giant steps and actually climb up and see if living a more natural life for me in a women’s world was possible at all. It was around this time the internet was taking hold and I discovered new exciting terms such as transgender. It was on this step also when I began to attend “transvestite” mixers and actually learn from people who were close to being just like me. I remember awaiting my new copy of “Transvestia” magazine. What turned out from this step was a deep encouragement to take another.
The next steps were the Halloween parties I attended. They all taught me yes I could present well enough as a woman to possibly get by in society. I have written in depth about them here in the past but briefly I can write all these steps were doing were creating more doubts about my ability to continue living a false life as a guy at all.
As I continued up my stairs, the newest landing, found me increasingly exploring the feminine world. I was leaving behind any ideas of being “just” a cross dresser and began exploring again the wild wonderful world of living as my authentic self. Although there is nothing at all wrong with being a cross dresser. At this point, new steps brought me into a new feminine world of communication as well as losing my male privileges. As I reached these lofty gender heights, I had many fears of losing what remained of my life. Through it all, it seemed I had built a back stairway to use as a gender escape back to my old male life. Which made things worse and life unlivable at times.
This all brings me to my final step which happened nearly seven years ago. I decided to give up my partial male cross dressing and live my life full time as my authentic self…a transgender woman. It was around this time too I started hormone replacement therapy to transform my body.
Finally after years of severe gender dysphoria I was able to tear down my back stairway and never looked back.