I feel like I have lost sight of who I am. Up until my wife caught me out with my female underwear, I thought I knew who I was and where I was heading. I had the official diagnosis of gender incongruence and dysphoria and a referral for feminising hormone replacement therapy. I had been wearing female underwear full time for three months, was shaving and waxing my leg and body hair, and sleeping in a nightdress every night. I had pushed the boundaries of being visible presenting female by going out in a dress to a lesbian bar and to a restaurant and even hotel breakfast. The latter was a bit uncomfortable but it felt like part of the journey and an important step so that I almost welcomed the stares and unsubtle comments. So I knew who I was. I was Nicola. A transgender woman who was working towards coming out and beginning transition. Then at the end of March my wife found some of my female underwear that I had forgotten to hide. This could have been the crucial...
I’m just a boy who dreams of being a girl. These are my musings about that journey as I try to work out exactly what that means.