This resonates with me. A friend of mine told me, when she said that her daughter-in-law was Emma Louise and I said that that was what my parents were going to call me if I had been a girl, "You'd have made a pretty girl if you hadn't lost your hair." I'm not completely bald, I've still got some hair on the top,

My young journey was like yours, and it was difficult. I didn't have my first real girlfriend until I was 25, and I tended to go for Asian girls, but NOT because I had a fetish or believed that they were more submissive, but because I was not sought after by girls at school. Many of them went for sporty guys, and I wasn't sporty. Some were silent when other guys bullied me. I didn't think I belonged in Western society, so I thought, "If I could marry an Asian woman, I could be accepted by another culture." I also wanted to help stamp out racism and believed that having more people of different ethnicities would help do so.

My egg finally cracked last year, after reading a memoir by an Autistic AFAB who is attracted to women. I might not scream femme (okay, I have a lithe waist and no chest muscle to speak of, so I hope to gain some breast tissue once I start hormones. The women who support me are unsurprised, including three of my doctors. My kidney specialist agreed with my counsellor that I have a very strong feminine energy. I hope to have an orchiectomy after some time on a testosterone blocker and then use estrogen patches. I am not planning to wear dresses, but my ideal, once I can get my own place, is to wear polo shirts and shorts or capri pants in summer, in public, and a flannelette shirt or casual shirt and jeans or chinos in winter, or sweatpants and a hoodie.