saw my journey not of one of clearly marked paths and easy decisions. It felt like I was in a fog. I could only see the next step in my life, and I could see multiple destinations far in the distance, but I could not see my path from where I was to where I would end up. All I could see was my next step. One destination could have been where there would be no real outward changes. I would maintain my male persona, and deal with my depression with a combination of therapy and low doses of hormones to ease my discomfort of being male. Another destination could have been to go deeper into cross would require me to come out at work and have my name changed on all my legal documents, like my passport and driver’s license. want to be in a lesbian relationship. She wanted a man in her life. And I could no longer be that man. While devastating, it was not unexpected. For every nine out of ten long term relationships dissolve if one of the partners goes through gender transition. For the most part the separation was amicable, and I moved in with a friend that I had met online who was also seriously working on her gender issues and determined to completely change her gender. With her we could support each other in our trials and tribulations of the road ahead of us. geries. The hormones were changing my body in ways that were very pleasing to me. My skin became softer and lighter in tone, my body hair became lighter and much of it fell out. And like every other teenage girl, I started developing breasts that were very tender. I still had to dress male at work, but everywhere else, I dressed as a woman. I learned how to interact with society as a female. I was “read” quite often while I was out, and there were one or two occasions where being read were very scary. But instead of sending me back into the closet, I felt emboldened. I determined to learn and improve my appearance and demeanor and allow myself to fully develop as the woman I knew I was. I came out to my children who were grown and moved out by then. They supported me unconditionally. They said they would rather have a living parent than a dead father. I came out to my close friends and other acquaintances. And I was surprised by the amount of positive support I received. Ten years ago, most people had heard of transsexuals, but we weren’t quite the ual, but they knew me. They knew that if I was so overwhelmed by what was affecting me, they knew I wasn’t doing it for any sort of gratuitous reason. When I approached my human resources people at work, I received yet another blessing. They supported me wholeheartedly and wanted to do everything they could to support me. Their only concern was that they had never had a transsexual working for them transition on the job. And they wanted my assistance with understanding being transsexual and how they could assist me. "My marriage of twenty-three years collapsed. My wife felt that she could not go with me on my journey. She did not want to be in a lesbian relationship. She wanted a man in her life. And I could no longer be that man."