Okay, so it’s day sixteen of estrogen.
I’m currently on patch #3, tomorrow will be patch #4
Things seem to be mentally more clearer.
Not better, just clearer.
Make sense?
Didn’t think so.
A co-worker asked me if I was still contemplating M.A.i.D..
I don’t see anything changing at this moment.
In fact the BC Human Rights Tribunal directed my complaint to the Canadian Human Rights Tribunal.
2027 is still awhile away.
In a way it’s my desire for M.A.i.D. that has given me the freedom to transition.
As I’ve said before, I really wanted to transition since the ’90s. But the fragility of employment along with the absolute lack of family support meant that transitioning was always going to be a far off desire.
When I could no longer control my desire to transition and I changed my name I made the fatal mistake of going after my babysitter from Canadian Forces Base Namao.
That put me 14 years even further behind.
So it’s either transition now or never.
And I chose now.
Body changes so far?
I’ve noticed that some fat seems to be moving around.
My desired muscle loss hasn’t happened yet, but it will.
My long sought after breasts haven’t started growing yet. They are puffy though and their texture is starting to change. So I know that something’s brewing.
I’m off for the month of June, but I’m hoping that when I go back to work in July that I’m sporting a noticeable pair of bumps.
Surgery to help things along?
Nope.
I’ll be happy with whatever estrogen has in store for me.
I have no intentions for any type of surgery except for removing things.
Beeshive 