Sorry, still rabbiting on about me.
Today is a big day for me. This afternoon I’m going to see my doctor about transitioning (me, not her – yes, her, obviously she’s a woman, like my doctor would be a man), and I’ve no idea what’s going to happen. I suspect she’ll refer me to a psychiatrist, this being fucking Michigan. There’s a whole transgender services programme at Michigan Medicine (the Comprehensive Gender Services Program), but bugger all information on what they provide that’s of any use to me. So the psychiatrist may be there 😁.
What I really, really want is œstrogen (or estrogen to you funny Yanks). I don’t know what I’ll do if the prospect of access to that is delayed. If I were the kind of rule breaking person who’d just go and buy it illegally, then I’d just go and buy it illegally. But I’m not that kind of person. But shit, if I had any idea how one would do it, I’d do it.
So I’m tired and exhausted and very, very stressed, and worried. But on the other hand, I’m kind of looking forward to my first visit somewhere dressed as me. Scared, but definitely looking forward to it. I’m going to go home from work slightly early, and change into a burgundy rayon maxi skirt, an olive chemise, teal sweater, ankle strap Mary Jane dress shoes with a slight heel, and my red hair (grey panties with light blue lace trim, and a light blue lace bra, for anyone who wants more intimate details 😷).
