Trans Girl on a Cliff

 

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A few years ago, sixteen to be exact, I found myself at the ultimate crossroad in my long gender journey.

I was sixty at the time and I had pursued all the mini gender bucket lists I could to see if a complete male to female gender transition was possible, and it certainly was. More precisely, I was becoming successful at carving out a completely new life as a transfeminine person with people who never knew anything about my old male past.

For some reason though, my old male self-refused to let go, causing me undue stress and tension. He kept arguing that there was simply too much hard-earned male privilege to just throw away for good. Plus, once I went down the final path to trans-womanhood, there could be no turning back. The cliff I kept sliding towards was increasingly steep every time I looked at it.

Through it all, I managed to turn a deaf ear to him and looked ahead to a new exciting life which felt so natural. Which is one of the main reasons I did not back down into my previous world of serious cross-dressing adventures. At that point, I needed to assure myself that my new feminine life would be more than adventure, it would be a heavy dose of reality with no turning back to the male clothes still in my mental and physical closet. More than anything else, the new Estradiol hormones I was on helped me mentally to prepare for the new life I was to face, while the clothes in my closet were just waiting for a visit to my local thrift store to give away. It was an emotional day when I severed ties with the last of my male clothes, but I did it anyway and the only thing I saved was my old Army uniform.

Ironically, when I did all of that, I was between serious relationships and all alone in the world to make and live with my serious gender decisions. There was nobody else to discuss my decision with. Just me, all by myself, which gave me wonderful clarity of thought. As the fog of the regular world dissipated, I was able to see clearly down the cliff and determine what the future held for me if I followed my ultimate dream of being a woman. Finally, after the umpteenth time of worrying over my decision, I decided to make it and take the weight of worry off of my shoulders. To ignore the cliff, I was facing, and jump was liberating to say the least. It was like I could breathe again.

As I made the final tumble down my gender path, I remembered all the twists and turns I made to make it. All the times I was laughed at or worse as I learned my lessons I would need to survive if I ever decided to make the final transition. Of course, I knew little to nothing about what I was doing so I was caught making up my woman’s world as I went along, with no help for the longest time. Once I got the help I needed, I was far along in my transgender development in the world, and I used the help I received from my cisgender woman friends to round out my personality and make my jump off the cliff seem easier to take.

With everyone’s help, I jumped and felt as if I could fly in the new feminine world I had chosen. There was no unexcepted crash and burn that I had feared for so many years. I had done plenty of prep work in the major areas I needed such as appearance, communication in the world, and so much more such as what I would do to support myself since I knew coming out on my old job would be impossible. The nights I spent going out in the world by myself as a transgender woman were behind me and I could look forward to a new future. I worked hard to jump from that gender cliff and have a safe landing.

My friends helped me to socialize more at lesbian mixers than I ever thought possible and I was able to retire early on enough of an income, so I did not have to worry about going back to work again, so my main bases were covered. It turned out, all those years of worrying what would happen if I jumped the gender border were wasted as I went all out to make sure I could make it as a transgender woman in the world.

Who knows, maybe all the extra work I did in the world just helped me make the landing I went through a little less intimidating and softer.