So I take an hour to get ready when I go into girl mode. (When I want to feel really pretty anyway.) I've got on my sexiest cloths, my make-up is flawless and I'm looking fine. (As fine as I could look being a guy and all.)
And now that I'm all ready for a night on the town . . .
Time to sit down at my computer and blog. Blargh.
Any-who, not much to report for today. I faxed my information to the Dr. so hopefully I will hear something soon. My experience in the Navy taught me that if you want something done in a timely manner you need to follow up aggressively on it, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Work was fine. My poor wife is sick so I picked her up a surgical mask for her to wear to class tonight. She drew a funny face on it. I love her so much.
The dysphoria has been much better than last week but hay; it's only Monday so maybe I can work another emotional crisis in around Thursday. The fact that I know some action is being taken in regards to getting me to a gender therapist/hormones is very reassuring.
Slinky black dress, fishnets, spiked collar, stilettos and no where to go. Well, it's for the best because I still haven't figured out how to walk right in high heels and I'd probably kill myself on the stairs. Seriously, I don't know how bio-females do it.
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