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At some point in my transgender MtF transition I was forced to plan ahead.
The point I am referring to is when I came to the point I knew I was going to attempt to go “all the way”. When I did, I needed to seriously consider first of all how I was going to be able to support myself. I worked at a job which was very male dominated and relied on serving the public, so I knew my company would resist my gender changes. Plus I couldn’t even imagine how a kitchen crew would react to a transgender manager.
I ended up taking the easy way out and was able to retire early on my Social Security benefits and augment them by selling the houseful of antiques and collectibles my wife and I had obtained over the years. Between the two, I managed to support myself as a novice transgender woman. Perhaps what I didn’t plan so well for was the experience of actually living as a trans woman. Once I threw away or donated all of my male clothes, acquiring an everyday women’s wardrobe proved challenging. I learned very quickly I couldn’t be the “pretty pretty princess” I was for most of my transvestite or cross dressing years on a daily basis. I needed to fall in line with the women around me and dress for comfort when they went about their normal life’s. Blending became my word of the day when I faced the reality of dressing feminine on a daily basis.
