providing this ain't a joke thread, you guys or shall I say gals? have my support. That's some serious stuff to go through. I'd like to know more of how you came to finding out your sexual identity as women trapped in a man's body. I've always wondered how that happens, is it sudden or something that brews inside for some period of time?
None the less I wish you all the best of luck on your journey to the life you want to live.
(sense of humor check)
And Himu does this mean I'm the only Garrett on the bore now? 
For one thing it is gender identity, has nothing to do with anything sexual.
I'm not using the woman trapped in a man's body cliche because frankly it isn't true and it is a crock of shit. I'm doing this BECAUSE I want to be womanly and the only means to do that is to transition. For me, it comes about from puberty. I hate all of my male features, they are gross and disgusting and make me feel ugly.
However my female featured - my chest, my legs, my hips - are all a source of pride and adoration. Normally this wouldn't be a problem right? So what? You look in the mirror and hate some physical features. Everyone goes through that. The difference between transsexual people and others is that we have intense depression, pain, and discomfort from just small things, whether it is clothes or interests or even the physical that about this crap.
It helps that I never felt like I belong when I chat with and hang out with men. I feel more at home and natural and I don't have put on a stupid front of masculinity, and I can be myself around women. I identify with women far more than men to the point where I get angry if the rest of the girls don't include me. This probably extends from my childhood as I didn't hang out with boys and make boy friends until the 2nd grade. Before that all my friends were girls, aside from the occasional toy like Ninja Turtles I'd play with girl toys, I've never owned a GI Joe. I have owned a Care Bear and a My Little Pony doll from when I was little.
I'd still partake in this forbidden fruit when I was 9 and 10. I'd join the girls and tie my shirt in a knot at the bottom and play with them. I knew full well it wasn't something boys did and I did it anyways.
In my case, I'm not going to say I always knew but I've always preferred certain company, acted a specific way that boys didn't but none of that is really relevant and none of it makes me trans. Because in now, looking at my body hair makes me want to rip it all off and throw it down the toilet. I'm sick of looking at other girls and getting jealous. I'm sick of having to repress my emotions and how I feel and how I want to be because "guys don't do that." I'm sick of giving a fuck.