We had never discussed where she felt I was on the spectrum. Not until after a few months anyway. And on that day she ended the session with an offer to write a letter so I could go and start hormones. The offer hit me pretty hard. I was excited and scared shitless at the same time. I told her that I would think about it and I left. By the time we had our next session a few weeks later I took her up on her offer.

By then I had gathered a few friends in the transgender community. One gave me some great advice over the fear I felt. She told me that if I thought that I was transsexual at all to go ahead and take the hormones. After a few weeks I would notice my body changing. At this point one of two things would occur: 1) Yay! Breasts! or 2) Oh hell, WTF am I doing?!?!? Obviously I said "Yay! Breasts!" I was even lucky in that deparment and started showing within a few weeks although now it is not so strange.

I will end there for now, but here is the original ending that was in this area. However, there is still much ground to cover before I got to where I am today.

Anyway, life is good. I screw up, I learn, and I keep on living. Am I nervous sometimes? Hell yes but I was nervous about stuff when living as a guy as well (like what do I say if they notice my breasts that I am attempting to hide by wearing a vest or baggy shirt?). One has to take a chance in life no matter what they do or how they decide to live. The question is can you actually go out there and live a good life, the way you want to live it? Life is short, get what you can and enjoy the ride while it lasts.

Well all that text above should be a good way of telling how your host thinks and what she has been doing with her life. Not everything though, a woman has to maintain some mysteries. ;)

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