So i told my SO that im going to start saving for my orchie. That went much easier than expected! Im now almost 8 months along and had a hiccup getting my hrt for 2 weeks. Boy was that unpleasant. The last 4 days were like male puberty all over. But it cemented my decision to get snipped when i came to the conclusion that even if i can never go full time, id still rather be testosterone free and free of my dysphoria, even if it means being a flabby eunuch, its still better than T poisoning. The convo was actually pretty short but funny. It went like this. "Hon, i think its time i start saving for an orchie. Its about 3 grand and a weeklong trip to detroit." Her "ok. Whats that?" Me. "They open my sac and cut my balls off." Her "those squishy grapes? Theyre pretty much dead, but if it makes you happy. When are we going?"