I dislike feeling like I always need to be concerned over my safety.  Being out at night, alone, makes me feel nervous now.  I try to avoid going out at night now, unless I really need to.  Whereas before transition, I had no problem running out in the middle of the night to grab a few things from the store.  And regardless of the time of day, I always lock the doors as soon as I get into my car now - something I never did as a man.

I feel like I lost a lot of my freedom to go about wherever and whenever I wanted.

The effort it takes to manage longer hair is sometimes a pain and flyaway hairs in the wind are somewhat maddening. The need to pull my bangs to the side and put my hair behind my ears when i am bending over, picking something up etc  is sometimes a pain. Solving all that with bobbie pins etc takes time and i am not that good at it. (although the mannerism of putting my hair behind my ear is feminine, and i like it often)

Being interrupted in conversations by men.

Being taken less seriously by some.

Subtle misogyny and sexual harassment directed toward me. The latter happens on the streets more and more.

Just day to day stuff, that has always irked me:

My hair. I like it long-ish and neat looking . The elements are determined to drag me through a hedge backwards on some days.
Hair bobbles. I just think, oh, my daughter has had them all. Or I can only find ones in Frozen colours. Brilliant.
Being belittled.  In my last job, If I was out my office doing something - I'd sometimes get a client who would say "Oh I'm looking for Atom - I think their your boss".  Now, I'd either shoot them down there and then, or go "Oh come this way, have a seat. Then sit down behind my desk and say "Hi, I'm Atom, Operations Manager..." and extend my hand.  The looks were priceless.
The whole celeb-zamg magazines/news some of my friends / lots of ladies like.  "Did you see Beywest-Lo's rear in that dress this morning?"  No. I had a light work out on my punch bag before my daugther runs in ready to cause hell another day.

The four absolutely worse things are:

1. Getting all nicely dressed up with a smart dress, ultra sheer stockings or tights etc, then as you get in you bf car  catching your stock igs on the door frame and a ladder appearing (or worse still it happening as your exit the car arriving at a party).
2. Getting your nails done, then the  nail technician makes you wait for 15 minutes until they are dry. She comments that the colour  looks gorgeous on you and says - don't forgot don't  do anything to smudge them until they harden for the next couple of hours.  You arrive at your car, open the door, star to retrieve the keys from your handbag, turn on the engine and woe and behold  you have chipped the gorgeous nails already!

3. Leaving the ladies room and another women say dearie you are caught up, pointing to your backside ! skirt stuck into the panti hose

4. No matter how hard I try I just cannot get eyeliner in a straight line on my lower or upper eyelids. The only saving grace is QTips with  some cleansing lotion. Mind you when you have redone it 3-4 times then its time to forget the eyeliner!. Pity though as it always looks really great when done properly.
Judith

Without a doubt it's my trying to fit into the frame of every gorgeous model out there while still having shoulders that seem widish to me and a flatter chest.

Boiler breakdown cover cold call. 'Hi, I'm looking for Mr or Mrs X'. Speaking (didn't say which).

Off he went. I'm quite happy with my provider, I said. Talked right over me. He happens to know that provider charges £22 a year, while his lot charge £14. So 'you could get a nice little pair of shoes with the difference'.

What, for £8? F off.

Quite sweet but God.

Having to shave my legs (and toes and arms and fingers).
Having to bother with my hair, like, at all. I'd rather just tie it back and wear a cap and get on with my day.
Not being able to just get up and go straight out.

That passing as female isn't a realistic option - more exactly I have limited time on this earth. While I'm glad to be addressing transitioning at long last I really can't be arsed to **wear a wig, shave and makeup daily (or spend hundreds of hours, thousands of $ in the electrologist's chair) etc** when my work involves hard physical labor in a hot environment more days than not (Safety regs also preclude wearing dresses in virtuallyall of my work spaces even if I chose passing).

That shaving my legs actually makes wearing stockings harder (stubble seems to catch on the material and ratchet them lower as I move).

Pants without (useful) pockets, difficulty finding tops that fit at all, let alone well.

If I love the beasts I'm gaining, and glad that a climbing harness loaded with gear no longer slips over my butt, I'm on the verge of no longer fitting into mine and not looking forward to having to buy another if my hips continue to grow.

That my partner  isn't  attracted to females? I'm not at all sure I believe this. She's chosen me through thick and thin for 18 years of me being femme in her presence and has repeatedly said she's glad I'm not a typical guy. In unguarded moments she's very clearly elected to play with women sexually; it's when she's thinking about it that she shies away from being lesbian.

Having to figure out my sex drive all over again. It took me a long time to get to a point where I could mostly reconcile being in a male body and find ways to be feminine in sex that didn't involve a conscious suspension of disbelief.

Quote from: Apples Mk.II on September 09, 2014, 05:34:29 AM
- Wearing a bra, specially a push-up wired bra

this is so true!

dealing with lipstick . I love cosmetics , but lipstick no because its a never ending moment by moment process. I put on my lashes and my pencil and I'm good for the day.

One thing that I dislike about being a female is while being on HRT, that annoying, hip / pelvic ache that you sometimes get, especially when going to bed. Like you can actually feel your hips spreading and you need to crack the bone like how you crack your fingers.

Quote from: Aria94 on September 17, 2016, 11:29:31 AM
that annoying, hip / pelvic ache that you sometimes get

i havent experienced that....

Whacking into things (mainly door jams, card doors etc. ) with my boobs and the resulting pain.

Be careful girls.  Our breasts are precious. 

nothing much but i do hate getting my car serviced they always try to sell my unnecessary repairs and that never happened before transition . other than that i am very happy best decision i ever made being female saved my life

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I do not do make-up often.  I can get it done in five or 10 minutes when I do.

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As for your abundant use of toilet paper, allow me to introduce you to the bidet; much cleaner than toilet paper.  If you don't have a bidet hose, then install one to a T-joint to your bathroom hot water line.  Or go low-tech and keep a 2-liter soda bottle filled with water at the ready.

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I hate myself.

Quote from: EmilyMK03 on August 04, 2016, 12:22:14 AM
I dislike feeling like I always need to be concerned over my safety.  Being out at night, alone, makes me feel nervous now.  I try to avoid going out at night now, unless I really need to.  Whereas before transition, I had no problem running out in the middle of the night to grab a few things from the store.  And regardless of the time of day, I always lock the doors as soon as I get into my car now - something I never did as a man.

I feel like I lost a lot of my freedom to go about wherever and whenever I wanted.

I'm just starting transitioning and on occasion go out in skirts/heels/tunics etc and without a doubt I'm very aware of every person on the street.  I don't care about being outed or comments (I don't really pass at all) it's that I'm a target, since I'm physically small and vulnerable.

The cute clothes stop at size 14. I am an 16/18.

Being 6' tall and trying to find pants.  Being broad shoulders and trying to find tops that are fitted so they don't look like I am wearing a bag. 


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