I'm not "pro" trans, but I'm not anti-trans, and certainly not as "burn them at the stake" as the majority of Mumsnet are.
On paper, in theory, I'm not keen on the idea. It doesn't sit well with me. HOWEVER, I'm human and I can't help liking other humans. Whether it's thinking God didn't design it that way, or it's not how nature intended, my opinion of "it's not something I agree with" just disappears when I've got to know people as humans, and see them as a person with feelings and needs and emotions, not just whether they're male or female.
I have a friend I know professionally, who works in a very male dominated manual industrial job. They transitioned to female successfully (by that I mean mentally and physically) and while on occasion they look masculine (usually after a bad night shift and lack of sleep and fresh make up!)(mind you, I'd also look rough after the same shift!) I can't help but automatically think of them as female. We've discussed nails, manicures, me asking where they bought clothes I like, etc and they've also confided in me that they were going for vocal training. I asked about it later and they'd stopped because it felt too fake, and they thought they sounded silly almost speaking in a faked falsetto voice. I have utmost respect for this person. Because after however long, to go into your gritty, traditional mens workplace and announce you're now a woman, that takes absolute guts and isn't something that someone would do unless they were ded serious about it. I certainly couldn't do that. Me to expect Dave and Frank who've worked their since the 70s who I've laughed about tits and women I've pulled to suddenly treat me as the complete opposite to what they've known me as for 20 years, jeez I couldn't do that on a whim. This persons Father, in his late 80s, completely old school, is fully accepting of them. I'm sure he would have had struggled to accept his son's decision to transition, so he must have known they were absolutely serious and it wasn't a fad or a phase or poorly made decision. This persons colleagues and family accept them and they know them far better than I do. They've seen utmost seriousness and determination in this person that they're female.
I just come back to thinking that if I woke up one morning, looked down and there was a penis just there attached to me I'd be very freaked out and very "that's not right, that doesn't belong". And that's how this person felt before their change. They woke up each morning uncomfortable and distressed that their outer body didn't match what they felt inside and what they classed themselves as. They looked at females and thought "But that what I should look like. I should be like that. With boobs, not this ridiculous penis thinking dangling off me". So when it comes down to it if they're happy and insisting that they now get up each morning, owning a pair of boobs and vagina, feeling exactly the same as I do every morning, then who am I to argue? They feel right in their own skin when they previously didn't. They're happy, successful, friendly, care about their family and colleagues..... Why on earth should I get a say on what they have between their legs or write on the personal details bit of a form? 🤷🏻♀️
Having said that, the thing about knobhead perverts deciding they're now female just so they can serve a prison sentence in a female jail is very very wrong and needs stopping. Don't ask me how, I don't know how or where you decide. I just worry that a person I admire greatly gets swept, alongside the criminally perverse, into the big "trans shouldn't be a thing" net. It's not fair that pervy nutjobs would stop this lovely person being true to themselves. ☹️