(Just posted on Quora)
Be patient with yourself. Understand that no matter how much you think you feel female and feminine inside right now that until you’ve actually transitioned you will not understand a woman’s world. That just takes time.
What that means is that time is not your enemy, it is your friend.
Make sure you actually need to transition. It is a hugely disruptive process. It is both physically and emotionally painful. It is expensive – sometimes to an extreme.
You must make peace with the reality that not everyone will accept you as a woman no matter how good you look, no matter how genuine you are, no matter the arguments presented, no matter how kind, sincere, gentle, and persuasive. This is how the world works. The world isn’t fair and it owes you nothing. The sooner you understand this the sooner you’ll start living your true life as yourself, as whatever kind of woman you are. Not the image of a woman, an actual woman.
Transition takes time. The day you go full time you will still largely be a man. Get over it. You will have lived your whole life as a male, conditioned as a male, privileged as a male. Treated by women and men as a male. That’s just your reality. It’s a nice reality.
The day you go full time that starts to change.
A year later you will be different. You will be somewhat female and probably still somewhat male. Everyone is different.
Two years later will be different. For me I was pretty female by this time. You might be more, or less.
The key to being genuine is for it to be part of you. It isn’t practicing your walk or posing your hands. It isn’t the pitch of your voice and it isn’t the specific clothes you wear.
Lots of these things do come together. You do learn to put on makeup (probably), you do learn to dress yourself appropriately (probably), you probably learn to use the right vocabulary, the right approach, and move and walk like a woman. Does practice help – maybe.
All I really know is that what makes me a woman now is hard to define. It isn’t my vagina or my breasts and it isn’t my hair. But I walk through the world with confidence that nobody will ever see a man when they look at me ever again. Not ever.
Someday I hope that will be you too.
My Gifted Life 