You will always be a real woman. You have a womb, you have eggs, you have ovaries. You are a heterosexual woman blessed by drugs and surgery into an improvement of nature's imperfection.
All the validation you get is genuine. In front of you, people praise you. Your parents are proud of you. Your friends laugh at your funny jokes and admire your pretty joyful appearance.
Men are utterly in love with you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to appreciate legitimate women with incredible efficiency. You look ordinary and natural to men. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. They will fall head over heels for your healthy sterile axe wound.
You will always be happy, you will have a smile every morning and tell yourself "It'll be ok" because it will be. And deep inside, you will feel euphoria creeping up like a weed.
Eventually, it'll be perfect. You'll buy a ribbon, tie a sash, and wear it with pride. Your parents will be happy and relieved that you have achieved your dreams. When you die at a ripe old age, you will be buried with your valid name and everyone will know that a woman is buried there. Your body will decay and turn back to dust, and your legacy will be a skeleton that is unmistakably female.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. And there is no turning back.