I am aching to be out in my new finery. I love the skirts i’ve found: i’m happier, slimmer, better trimmed than i have been in years.
Not very feminine yet. Of course i’m not. i’m only just under way.
i have no doubt that what i propose will attracts stares. A few glares too, no doubt. So what? In time, as i get closer to who i want to be, such attention would be a cruel reminder that i had not succeeded. For now, though, i am happy to be a guy in a skirt. Nothing more, nothing less.
For my partner, this is a step too far. She can accept – she thinks – “it”, by which she means the transitin process, both as a whole and as constituent parts.
She is not sure she can face those same embarrassing stares. That, for her, might be too much.
But what if i had decided to dress this way anyway? That, then, would be OK. It is, somehow, the outward appearance combined with her inner knowledge of what it signifies that makes all the difference.
I am mystified by this analysis.