Status Report:
I've managed to keep up dressing up despite some tough meetings I had to go to, I went to see my new doctor dressed up, the waiting room staff were all super nice and all smiles so that was cool, then my doctor treated me like I would have expected if I was in men's clothes. Actually for one issue she needed to check my inguinal area and I had to hop off the table, take down my pantyhose, my panties, and she apologized for putting me through all that, so she seems like she's definitely cool with me being dressed up and is able to exercise empathy for me.
I didn't bring up wanting to do HRT just yet, I told my doctor this two docs ago and she freaked out on me, said she had never hear of such a thing... I guess I'll ease into the idea with this new doc.
Today was not a bad day, but no one called me ma'am, indeed 3 people called me "sir" and several little kids stared. One of my snaps on my knee highs came off from behind on my garter belt and the lady at the pharmacy offered to help me with it, she says she knows how hard those are sometimes.
So it's nice, my little microcosm here in Chicago seems to be comprised of mostly good people, and they're starting to get to know me by name, which makes me feel all the more urgently to come up with a femme name to be known by. Given my love for the movie Scott Pilgrim vs The World, I have chosen "Ramona Flowers"