Just before I began my transition, and even tho' I had been living a large percentage of my life as a woman already, I decided I needed one more kick at the guy can. I put on some guy clothes, and went and got my hair cut. Even my hairdresser said WTF! I assured myself I could live happily as a guy.
What a farce! I got home and looked in the mirror as my guy self, and cried for the rest of the afternoon. I vowed NEVER to do that again, and I haven't.
More than two years later, and ever so happily female, the other day I found out I could put my now long hair, in a nice high, female, pony tail. Such a little thing. I cried again.
I have passed my big milestones- full time, new ID, coming out, all that, why cry at such a little thing? We're fragile little creatures, aren't we?