Two years ago today, I stuck on my first estradiol patch. What an interesting two years it has been! Three months after that day, I came out to the world, and I haven't looked back. I love being me!
No one has been mean or rude to me. I still get the odd questioning look, but a couple of people have indicated to me that they didn't read me until I told them. (In both cases, there was a good reason to tell them; it's not like I go around outing myself to strangers.)
I woke up this morning almost remembering a dream. That is unusual for me: usually I forget my dreams in seconds. The part I remember was that I was sitting on a motorcycle that was parked at a gas station, and I caught sight of myself in the bike's rear-view mirror. Not only was I a girl in the mirror, but I was darned cute, too!

I am hoping to hear in the next few weeks from the insurance people about approval for my GRS. And I am hoping, also in the next few weeks, for the new regulations to be in place so that I can officially change my gender. I hate having that "M" on my license. I expect that, once I get the gender on my health card updated, I will get notices that I am long overdue for a mammogram and pap smear!