I returned to work almost a month ago. Since then I've been immersed in the manly world of construction workers. I'm talking guys who oogle passing females, who ride Harleys, who drink beer when they aren't at work but are awake, who scratch 'down there' regardless of who is around, who are totally intolerant of any man acting the least bit feminine.
I had no problem adjusting. I've been doing this over 30 years and it's second nature to me.
When I got back my hair was pretty long but I cut it because it was such a hassle. I still had the remains of my acrylic nails but they have almost all been removed by now. I'm slowly shedding signs of Julie.
As the days went on I found myself thinking less and less about dressing. It just didn't interest me. It was too much trouble. I just didn't care.
The thrill is gone.
I still sleep en femme. I bought some pink satin sheets for my waterbed and my cami-jamas make the experience that much more luxurious. I also wear studs in my ears when off work, mostly to keep the holes open.
I'll admit, I like the image in the mirror when I'm ready to go to bed, girl jamas, CZ studs, but I zonk quickly because I'm so darn tired from working in swealtering heat all day. Laura wants to go out Friday but I just don't feel like it.
The thrill is gone.........................for now.