We are all at various stages.
Some of you are just now buying your first lipstick, some of you are nervous about your first outing you have planned when your wife goes to Zangolia for two weeks, some are clubbers, etc...
Many have this dream - to live full time as a woman. To be able to get pretty whenever and be treated like a woman.
That is where I am at as much as I can ever be.
What is it really like?
Here is my typical work day -
Roll out of bed, shower, make sure I look good (and no it is not "fun" at all anymore) drive to work do my job, go home, take off that damned bra and other crap, and throw on a tee and shorts or sweats.
Typical day off - throw on whatever is not too dirty and maybe comb my hair, go about with whatever.
by whatever standard they call "passing" (christ, I hate that word) I guess I am mostly there. Or accepted or whatever. I mean I get called "she" more than anything. Even if people do know, which I am sure many do, but I don't talk about it.
I think about if my car is working right, if the house needs cleaned or something repaired, if I have enough money for this and that, or whatever. I don't sit around and think of my gender.
So what gave? Well I achieved most of the social part of living as a woman. I have finally gained the confidence that helps "pass". Yes it is true, confidence does help a lot. I mean I am no Rita Hayworth, believe me. I am damn near 40 (oh christ)and built kind of large. Yet, kids don't stare, people don't gawk and very seldom make comments, nothing like that.
When you go thru most or all of your day without thinking about gender regardless of how you are dressed, that is when true confidence is achieved.
So yeah, living full time is really exciting. No parades, no one clapping and saying, "look at Erin, yes, she is passing and living as a woman, how grand!" Not even after some of the high prices I paid to get here, things like divorce, going thru the awkward stages of things, wondering if I would ever find a job (yes I did find one).
I used to be like some folks and be jealous of those living the life, but now that all the excitement is gone, I am actually kind of jealous of those CDs who have the fun of all their "firsts".
Well put it this way - today I was in the women's restroom at work, I got out of the stall and ran into a co-worker and you know what we talked about? Something that was going on at work cause it was the weekend.
Ladies, just learn to enjoy doing this. Once it becomes "just life", there is no real excitement in it.