So, I went to the Philadelphia Zoo with my wife, 1 year old son, brother, and my in-laws on Saturday. It was a nice day out, not too hot but still warm enough to send a signal: its skirt season. Being as my in laws are less than supportive, I went in guy mode instead of dressing.
But large crowds of women in skirts and dresses. Ugh. I love wearing skirts and dresses, and seeing so many around me just drove me nuts. I had a good time, but inside I was bothered by the cis women there, and my in laws for not supporting me.

Awww   

I hope some day you have the freedom to live as you want. 

I so remember the day. I was at the shops and just noticed how all the women looked and acted and worked. I went home and cried for my miserable life and my damned soul.

I got up and looked in the mirror and decided that the next day I was going to my doctor and asking for a referral to see a gender psychiatrist. That was three years ago.

Yes it was triggering painful experience, but it was the start of my journey and thank goddess it happened.

Well, someday soon. I plan on restarting therapy next year, once my wife is pregnant again. The days are ticking away.
Luckily, I have friends I can be Chelsea around.

 I'm sorry I understand you, I have t go school every day with beautiful cis girls that have long hair and look so amazing and I can't do nothing about it.