I've been blocking T for two months, two friends keep telling me that my chest is visibly different. I don't notice it much. One's known I was trans for a long time, the other I got semi-outed to by an ex and I confirmed it before he made the chest comment.
My mother took over a year of bitter, raging fights to admit to me that she knew I'd have gender problems from when I was a toddler. I teeter totter between appreciating her love and wanting to beat her for being an ignorant... person.
So far, everyone I've told, in general, has been really supportive. But I started telling people, slowly, after androgynously wearing womens' clothing for almost a year as a guy.
Now I'm reaching two years of a fully female wardrobe and if I tell people they either already had guessed, heard rumors, whatever. People talk about you a lot. Of course, my friends are split into two groups - a variety of weird people with bizarre gender expressions of their own and the bisexual people who love them, and my conservative suburbian college friends. I don't have many of the latter, and in general, the people I actually made friends with there are wonderful people. I'm about to out myself later this week to a friend who's a former music major and ask for voice help.
I'm a tiny little thing with long hair and a not so deep voice, I often passed as a woman wearing a mens' name badge working a male job wearing mens' clothing. I've worked selling hardware in high heeled ankle boots and a button down blouses and it only took a year or so for my 'elders' to stop giving me advice about facial hair and haircuts to look more manly. My job's given me great insight on how men view women, too.
I've gotten a lot of compliments on my shoes by guys, and a few on my shirts. It's funny to be asked by a straight guy 'Where'd you get that?'
