Cheyenne Skye
03-19-2014, 05:53 PM
So I finally got to talk to a real person at my work's HR department yesterday. During the conversation she asked a question: "So you look more female than male now, right?" My response was telling her about growing my hair, doing my nails and the results of a year and a half of HRT. But in my head I was thinking to myself, "If we were video chatting right now, you wouldn't be asking that question." When I got off the phone, I just let out a little scream. I couldn't believe I had actually started that ball rolling. No turning back now. Soon, the "whole" world will know. I needed a drink. Jack with honey on the rocks.
As I nursed my drink pondering the ramifications of the phone call, I got on the computer. I found a before and after picture thread on another forum. There were some amazing transformations and some not so great. It got me thinking about my own transition. So I dug up three pics of myself and put them all side by side on the screen. The first was from Thanksgiving 2010. I had a mustache and goatee at the time. That was three months before I went to a support group for the first time. Second was a selfie from almost two years later right before I took my first Estrogen pill. I had intended to start a daily photo log of my physical changes. (that never happened.) The third was from a month ago. About a year and a half on HRT. All I can say is WOW. I guess seeing myself in the mirror daily makes it hard to see the big picture. It was hard to believe how much I had actually changed.
So between these two events, my thoughts naturally went to WTF. "Am I really doing this? God, I hope I'm making the right decision in all of this?" I mean, it feels right but my stupid logical brain keeps telling me I must be crazy to transition. It says, suck it up and just make the best of your situation. But then I counter with, "This is making the best of my situation." After all this time, the hormones and the hair removal, should I still be having self doubts? It still feels weird when a sales clerk or cashier calls me ma'am, but at the same time I've noticed it makes me a bit uncomfortable if I get sir instead. Maybe it all means I should be in gender outlaw country. I suppose maybe I should ponder that for a while.
Not really sure if I have a question or point in there, but thanks for reading anyway. Just had to get it off my burgeoning bosom.
As I nursed my drink pondering the ramifications of the phone call, I got on the computer. I found a before and after picture thread on another forum. There were some amazing transformations and some not so great. It got me thinking about my own transition. So I dug up three pics of myself and put them all side by side on the screen. The first was from Thanksgiving 2010. I had a mustache and goatee at the time. That was three months before I went to a support group for the first time. Second was a selfie from almost two years later right before I took my first Estrogen pill. I had intended to start a daily photo log of my physical changes. (that never happened.) The third was from a month ago. About a year and a half on HRT. All I can say is WOW. I guess seeing myself in the mirror daily makes it hard to see the big picture. It was hard to believe how much I had actually changed.
So between these two events, my thoughts naturally went to WTF. "Am I really doing this? God, I hope I'm making the right decision in all of this?" I mean, it feels right but my stupid logical brain keeps telling me I must be crazy to transition. It says, suck it up and just make the best of your situation. But then I counter with, "This is making the best of my situation." After all this time, the hormones and the hair removal, should I still be having self doubts? It still feels weird when a sales clerk or cashier calls me ma'am, but at the same time I've noticed it makes me a bit uncomfortable if I get sir instead. Maybe it all means I should be in gender outlaw country. I suppose maybe I should ponder that for a while.
Not really sure if I have a question or point in there, but thanks for reading anyway. Just had to get it off my burgeoning bosom.