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With apologies to Paul McCartney but his song title is on my mind as a metaphor for the way I way I feel about myself.
Let me explain, I have been a transvestite / cross dresser all my life up until 2 years ago enjoying my dual male / female identity. But, then I retired which gave me free time & released me from social conformity for reasons of career.
I started to grow my hair which is now below shoulder length and going out and about frequently as Philippa.
The more I did this the more I needed to present as a woman, to the point that I have spent up to four days away from home femme 24/7.
With all of this a deep feeling started to well up inside that yes I am genetically male, but every fibre of my inner self is female. In short I started to consider myself to be a woman.
These feelings have now overwhelmed me in this total transformation that has bought me to the realisation that I am transgender. In two weeks’ time I start the process of electrolysis to rid myself of my much hated facial hair and are planning to go to see my doctor to discuss what I now recognise to be my dysphoria with the objective of being put on hormones. In addition I have recently come out to neighbours, family and friends so are no longer in stealth mode (so liberating).
And yes I am amazed as a 67 year old that all of this has happened in the last two years.
Have any of the other girls here experienced this late in life transformation?
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