Today at lunchtime I went into several women's clothing shops to buy some skirts & underwear for my (very girly) daughter.
I hate going into women's clothing shops because it reminds me of all those years I was forced to present as female. But whilst it did trigger my dysphoria, this time round it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. I coped by using a tactic I've picked up here at Susan's: I just thought to myself "Yeah, so what if I'm buying women's underwear that happens to be exactly my size? Big hairy deal!"
I guess this means that my transition is moving along nicely, and that makes me happy. As does being able to get a couple of nice things for my daughter.