One of the most incomprehensible aspects of human behaviour is changing sex. Who in their right mind would want to go through all that? What man would want to have their penis removed or woman have no breasts? Most who have had such operations have suffered severe trauma from the event, but for transsexuals it is a matter of release from imprisonment in a body that seems totally alien. Some men might venture out dressed as a female as a bit of a dare, a jolly jape, secure in the knowledge that they are men. Some act as women without actually wanting to be female or are transvestites, getting a thrill from cross dressing. Transsexuals usually know from a young age, in my case about three years old, that they do not want to be their natal sex and this disappointment gradually turns into severe depression. Everything about the sexes is different, relationships; the day to day basics of people relating to each other; the way men and women naturally seek out companionship of people of the same sex; clothes, interests and attitudes. I attempt to explain the syndrome with the latest scientific research while giving an account of my broken life. It is not an account of self pity, but a tale of triumph over adversity. People are hurt along the way, but that is no different to thousands of failed marriages with much less excuse. I make no apology. I have led my life to the best of my ability.