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Seemingly forever, I had the dream of leading a feminine life.
As I progressed along my bumpy gender journey, slowly but surely I had learned perhaps I could achieve my number one dream. Other guys I knew dreamed of having a great job or a beautiful wife while, all along, all I wanted was to change my gender. It all seemed simple enough except it wasn’t. In fact, it proved to be extremely difficult.
As I lived a reasonably successful male life, it became more and more difficult to just give it up and just walk away. To do it, my dream needed to become a priority. Around this time, was when I entered what I refer to as my second major transition. It was when I went from being a very serious cross dresser to being a transgender woman or going from just wanting to look like a woman, I wanted to be a woman. The entire process seems like semantics it probably is but I was serious and I was led into gender areas I never dreamed of. Primarily when I needed to step up my game from just concentrating on my appearance to needing to learn a whole new form of communication in the world.
I was in shock when I learned how quickly my white male privileges could be swept away leaving me with very little to fall back on. My previous “hit and run” approach to facing the public needed to change if I was going to survive and keep my dream alive.
