Who's dream is it anyway?

I am now realizing how difficult my transition is going to be, I have known for thirty five years what I would do had I the ability to step out that door and I am there now. I am on hormones which is making me have emotional mood swings like nothing I have ever felt before which at times I am so happy I am strong because had I not been I wouldn't be typing this.

The hormones also have made my breasts real, small as they may be each one hurts or itches like I have a rash on the inside. Tender when I bump into something and oh my I shed a tear I need to be more careful.

My father still gives me crap everyday for coming out, who cares I am not living my life for him no more, I did that for him already and look at me now, I never wanted the part to be the son. I couldn't handle that part and he continues to down grade me for not being the man he had wanted me to be. I really do not think it is up to someone to tell someone else to be something they are not.

To be someone else's picture will destroy the dreams of the other, that has happened to me but I can now correct it and I am now on my way.