Hi good people.
Firstly, about me. I'm in my late 50's, Scottish and next year passionately hope that Scotland votes for its independence. I'm an atheist and interested in cosmology and sentience. By the time I was 5 years old I "knew" I was a girl and something had to be done, so a mere 40 years later I burst into action! After falling off the cliff of despair and guilt (married with children), just before my imaginary guts splattered, spilled and oozed and gushed all over the awaiting imaginary jagged rocks I thought, "This won't do." Anyway I went to my GP and told him I was a girlie and wanted magic pills. A mere 10 months later I got a phone call to say, "You have an appointment in 5 months time. That was followed by an appointment 3 months later then another 4 months later. My next one is in 3 months. I know they have to be careful but OYG!
I have already had a hair transplant, my nose and my eyes reshaped.......and now I have no money.
What I'm hoping for is just a trickle of oestrogen to take away the turmoil and give my face a feminine touch: essence.
(Curtseys, exits stage left, trips, gets a bright red face.)
