Growing up

There was another little milestone last Saturday that I forgot to mention... boobs.

For a good few months now I have been wearing vests with hidden support. Comfy and I've got to say quite cosy as well. However, on Saturday I thought I'd have another go with a bra.

Now I've never really liked padding bras. I just felt it never suited me. So I have avoided wearing bras. But as I was getting dressed to go out I thought I'd try one of the bras I've had for a few months, for a bit of a change. To my surprise (not to mention Mrs J's delight) I seemed to fit it at last. Nothing bulging and buxom but it was me filling that bra.

So out I proudly went and apart from the odd moment when I saw my reflection, or when an old friend whose trans and becoming fascinated by my burgeoning bosom mentioned them, I promptly forgot all about them.

At the end of the night I think I was as happy forgetting about them (because they'd just become part of me) as I was for having them.

DJing as a woman

I was out Dj'ing last night and what a good night it was. A really good turn out for the club in general and, armed with a new laptop, a relatively stress free gig from the technical side for me.

Outside of the day job I have a few jobs and businesses and over the last few months I been trying to present as a woman in these. The DJ'ing and regular club work being a major area for this.

Now it's still not quite there yet, as there are so many people who have known me for years and I might only see them once or twice a year. So, they are finding out that I am transitioning at quite a slow rate.

But last night felt like a break through. Just about every one referred to me with the correct pronouns. My favourite was when I was at the bar and was asked if I was the DJ. I said yes and that I would be starting at about 10. The women turned to her partner and said, 'See, I told you it was the DJ. She normally wears her hair up'.

It was then that I realised that there were people that I don't really know but who think of me as female. I think I might have reached a wee milestone.

Settling Down

I'm now about 4 months on HRT. I've finished counselling and there's now 6 months between my appointments at the Sandyford.

So basically I'm settling into life, which I suppose has to happen. The rush of being prescribed hormones and being taken seriously can't last forever.

What is coming out of this is that I am happier. Mrs J and myself talked about this the other day. I asked what differences she sees in me and she replied that I seemed happier and I didn't get angry anywhere near as much. This reflects how I feel myself.

I think that's one of the reasons I wrote the previous post to this one. I'm getting back to the real me and stripping away the facade that I have presented for over 20 years.