Warning: the following may be preachy.
In the past few years, I have taken a liking to Christianity.
I was not raised in a religious household. To be honest, I was scared of religious people when I was in high school. It was the radical right-wing goons who gave Christianity a bad name. They're the people with a socially conservative political agenda who would use the Bible as an excuse to coerce others to live a life to their liking.
However, the more I've been exposed to Bible stories, the more I saw parallels to my own life.
Jesus was killed by intolerant religious leaders.
Jesus was a kind-hearted individual. He taught people to care for one another. In the end, it was accusations of blasphemy from the establishment that led to his crucifixion.
Jesus graciously healed people who had leprosy -- at a time when leprosy was a mysterious disease, and lepers were stigmatized, shunned as outcasts.
Nowadays, we have an increasingly visible transgender population. ( And a gay, lesbian, bisexual population, but they're not my primary concern here. )
Transsexuals are still very much stigmatized in today's society. It's just sad that it is the self-proclaimed "Christians," the Westboro Baptists as an extreme example, who are pushing us into stigmatization.
I may have been born male, but my physical body never felt comfortable to me. I know the life of a woman is the one I should be living; it's the life God would have me lead if I were to find peace and happiness.
I'm aware that my condition is mysterious to many people.
However, if you claim to be a follower of Jesus, isn't the just thing to do setting aside your fears and help someone in need? That's what Jesus did for the lepers.
No -- "conversion therapy" is not the answer. I am trying to live a life that God made for me; I am not trying to live a life that you, a mortal human, would rather see me live.
And -- for the love of all things holy -- leprosy might be contagious, but what's the worst you can catch from me? Cooties? >:T