While I had promised to give you all the juicy details into my four day, 24/7 excursion, I've needed some time to process my feelings after I returned home. In short, I failed, miserably.
Once I arrived at my friend's city, I suddenly realized that my hopeful confidence in presenting in public had melted away. I knew immediately that, even though none of these people knew me and that I'd never see any of these people again, I was deathly afraid of their stares and whispers. I know many of you feel much more bold, but I'm not there yet. My friend, who was and is very accepting and understanding, was supportive and applied no pressure. That made things a bit better.
However, my fears grew and on the second day, I stopped HRT. My fears had grown that much. Once I returned home, I continued not dressing as a woman and not taking HRT. I didn't purge my women's clothes as I had two years ago during my first attempt at transitioning, but this was, and in some ways continues to be, a time of reflection.
The first time I quit transitioning, I had been on HRT about six weeks and my breasts had begun to tingle. Buds hadn't begun to develop though. This time, small buds, about 1/2" in diameter, had begun growing before my trip. After I discontinued HRT, and during the two weeks I was off HRT, these buds continued to expand to their present 1 1/2" diameter. I guess this is a testament to how long estrogen sticks around. I decided that despite my fears and my complete inability to pass in public, that I'd restart HRT. This was three days ago.
I'm still somewhat paralyzed with the idea of living a stealth life. I've read many stories here on Susan's from women in my situation; Being on HRT and dressing at home, but unable to dress in public due to family or an obvious inability to pass. I'm in that boat and know I'll have to bind my growing breasts when in public. I'll find some reason to explain my FFS, which is two years away.
In the meantime, my nipples are too obvious. Even when I play tennis in a oversized shirt, my nipples and small breasts are visible, so this is making me nervous. I did buy and wear a camisole under my T-shirt when I went shopping today, but my nipples insisted on making an appearance. Again, this is a concern to me. I must live a stealth life, which will be harder as my breasts grow. Binding is in my future.
So, I'm afraid I couldn't muster the courage to dress in public full time, even for four days in another city. And so it goes.