I wish you all the best.
About a month ago I presented male for the 'last' time. I kept the pants and shirt cause I just know there will be another 'last' time. Life is weird (and a little unfair) that way.
That dreadful, nervous, anxious feeling? I takes me a few hours, and some false starts to get into guy clothes. First comes anxiety, then tears, then the runs. Once I'm all dressed up, I feel like people are staring at me!
I hope you win your case, then burn the drab.
