The facial hair is a major thing, and it's going much slower than I'd like. I try to cover it with makeup but every time I try to do makeup it just doesn't look right. I did promise myself to go get it done professionally and learn but in this house I barely get to sit down and if I stay idle for a few minutes or more my wife starts to find stuff for me to do. If I go places she will start to complain about how she doesn't get to do anything.
Electrolysis zaps it but it just grows back. I got laser last week but it didn't seem to do anything other than have my face get a slight burning when I bristle the hairs. I am hoping it decides to just give up and fall out but I'm not holding my breath. I stopped Vaniqa a while back because I wanted it to be killed off by electro and laser. Vaniqa was really thinning it out but now it seems to have come back with a vengeance.
Sometimes I feel like I'm at the end of my rope... I know lots of girls have it worse but I have been bottled for over 30 years and I am just wanting to get this done and over with and live.

I got misgendered by my doctor's office, sir, him, his. The girl that did that was from Trinidad (I could tell from her accent). I had to remind them that I'm a trans patient. Well that one I had to grow out my facial hair for electrolysis which I was supposed to have the next day. So I kinda was expecting it. But it still knocks you down.
Almost misgendered by my therapist on Friday, she called me by my male name... she caught herself.
The last straw was yesterday really. I went to the supermarket, I figure everything going fine. I even use the ladies no problem with other ladies in it. They didn't really tell me anything.
Then the cashier, I go up to her, she scans my frequent shopper card on my phone. She asks if I found everything I wanted.
I said, "no I didn't, I wanted butternut squash." I kinda tried the voice a bit high but it came out male. Then I clicked in my mind, "oh crap, I'm gonna get clocked now."
Then she picks up the phone and said, "hey I have a customer here and HE wants butternut squash."
Well then I was like a deer in the headlights. I looked for my coupons for bottled water (the 5 gallon return tickets), could not find it. I was frantically searching my pockets.
Then she looked at me and said, "SIR are you OK?" And I just froze. I couldn't believe it. Totally clocked and misgendered. I wanted to curl up and die. I checked out my groceries and left, went home and cried and then wrote this post. I was going so well, HOW was this happening? Then I looked at my face and realized, yeah I have a big ugly beard shadow, and the voice must have clicked in her head that this is a man she's talking to.
I just felt totally disgusting... didn't feel like a woman. I felt like I was pretending. So I drove home. Then I broke out the alcohol and figured I'd drink my worries away that night. Fell asleep on the sofa, woke up with a massive headache. Rough night.