There was one other magical bit about the afternoon. It sort of started yesterday with a visit to the hairdresser and a scaring of roots and hair back into some passable approximation to feminity.
I underwhelm: in fact, Kris was seriously impressed by how my hair had grown. We had a chance to discuss styles, for the first time (as opposed to the simple desperate trans plea of “just let it grow”). Basically, time to decide between going for a bob, which will give it a volume look – or contiuning to let it grow, which will obviously give it more length, but flatten it out.
I digress. I left the hair salon feeling happy, as i usually do – but decidedly more feminien than usual.
The hair is good: my new glasses (which are stylish and femme) are a long-awaited break from my rather blokey metal framed ones.
In the changing rooms at Wallis today, i glanced up at the mirror and….there was this woman with very defined boobs and curves looking back at me. (Yes, me, in case i’m being a tad too opaque for some of you!).
And pretty much wherever i went, i was greeted as “Madam”. That or a non-gender greeting. First time was nice. Second felt brilliant. Third and fourth….
What’s happened? Somewhere along the way i’ve broken thru/crossed over.
Of course…as long term readers of this blog will well know, i am absolutely NOT seeking to pass. No way. (er, that’s irony, folks).
So the fact that i am passing so much is…why, hell: its totally beyond words!
Happy, happy girl today.