Personally, I think that being transgendered is pretty dang weird. Not in a bad way, mind you, but more like that sensation of biting into a bagel and suddenly realizing it's been a sprinkle-covered donut the entire time. I get really excited, while onlookers get really confused. Trans folks just aren't commonplace yet, and even I get surprised when I have a chance encounter with another. We all have that instant of "oh shit a tranny" before our actual reactions of acceptance/discomfort/etc kick in. And while it has never been my intention to be purposefully shocking, those initial expressions are priceless.
Totally weird, totally cute.
Actually, surprise is just about the only reaction I've gotten so far. The open hostility I had always expected just hasn't happened, except for a single occurrence of profiling by a security guard at K-Mart. Once the initial shock fades, the vast majority of people with whom I interact simply shrug it off as a non-issue. Admittedly, I am mostly exposed to the forward-thinking youth of Chicago, but I think the point still speaks for itself. Being trans is normal, and the fight for that recognition is succeeding.
I am transgendered. I was never a guy, and I'm not becoming a woman. I've always been in the gray area, and my body is finally catching up to my personality. Now, I want to be perfectly clear when I state the following: "Holy fucking motherfuck, hormones have been the best fucking decision of my entire fucking life. Fuck." I've kept all of my favorite boy perks and lost all the annoying extras. It's been a little over six months, and I'm thoroughly satisfied. The next two years are just gravy.
Metamorphosis:
- My metabolism has slowed somewhat, and I've gained somewhere between 15-20 lbs in the past 6 months. Instead of going to my gut, the weight has gone into my thighs, ass, hips, and tits. I still have a thin guy's frame, but I've got curves, and yeah, I have tits. Ah, even writing it gives me a stupid grin.
- My muscle tone has faded, but it's still easily visible.
- My body hair is pretty much gone. It's soft, sparse, and takes forever to grow back. My facial hair is slightly more resistant, but it still takes a few days of regrowth to be apparent.
- My face has softened considerably, making it even more feminine than it was before. I look younger, and doubly so when I present as male. Whatever manliness I had is gone, but I've still got some boyishness. Also, my acne has cleared up.
- My vocal chords haven't actually changed, but I no longer deepen my voice when I speak. So my speech does sound a bit higher.
- My lifelong mental anguish is gone. I am simply awesome, and I thank all of my friends who tried to tell me before I could see it.
My vanity is appeased.
