On March 21, 2013, two months to the day that I started on estrogen, I had my epiphany. I had been out presenting female only a handful of times, and never had gone to my "usual places" in full blown girl mode. Andro, yes. "Guyliner", yes. Dress, uhh... no. Why? I didn't think I was "ready" to go there.
I woke up that morning, got a nice close shave, used the pink body wash, took my estrogen and put on leggings, a cute little skirt and silk top. I went to make coffee and realized that we were almost out of milk. And yogurt. And eggs. And, crap- looks like I have to go to the usual grocery store... where everyone knows me.
I took off the girly getup and put on a pair of nice jeans that were suddenly tighter in the butt and a slim-fit Armani dress shirt. My growing, hardened nipples were pretty much sticking right out. I felt absolutely ridiculous blatantly trying to impersonate a guy that day. I felt like I was absolutely betraying myself by still trying (and failing worse by the day) to be this person that I was expected to be. On the way home, I shed a few tears and asked myself why it was that I was still doing this. The reasoning was that for some reason I still thought I cared about what people would think of me if I suddenly showed up as a woman.
Screw that. Or, like they say in Thailand, "Phuket!" That was the last time I wore men's clothes in public. I was much more comfortable presenting female than male by then, and it was how things were going to be eventually anyway. I promised myself that I could always go back if I really had to, depending on the situation, but I never did. This is how I stumbled into going full time. I went everywhere I always did, turned more than a few heads, answered a lot of questions (some good, some dumb), and that was that. I just couldn't take it anymore, so I jumped in the deep end with both feet and didn't look back.