Hey Holly, hope your feeling a bit better by now, and Emily, great news on the second appointment and your handbag full of paperwork.
Not sure if i'm full time or not yet, but congrats to you. I was full time on vacation with the exception of my flights. I had to really wrestle with myself if I was going to try flying home or not. I really wanted to but realistically I have another round of facial hair growth coming in, not as bad as it used to be a long way but still there. So whilst I thought I could handle check in, TSA etc, I was less certain how i would look arriving in heathrow and having to wrestle the suitcases onto the bus to pick up the car 20 hours later. So pragmatically I took the nail varnish off and didn't put on the make-up or worry about my voice. In hindsight it was the right decision as by the time we got home we had negotiated with HERTZ who were over charging us, spent 40 mins sorting out the mess the self service check in kisok made to our bag tags. Had a 1h40 flight delay sat on the aircraft. 10 minute connection sprint only to see our international flight push back three gates away and subsequent resolve how to get home, possible lost bags due to the rebooking as the airline couldn't find them until 10 mins before we boarded, and the bit I had been worrying about had I done girl mode, Got on the carpark bus at LHR, we were the only ones!
But the best bit was the TSA in Florida. Well I say I de-transitioned for flying, what I wore was my skinny jeans woman's plaid shirt (and those boobies are starting to show!), pink trimmed trainers and hair down.
So I get to the TSA screening and she called me into the nudeo scanner and seemed a little less sure what she was doing than they usually do. Asked me if I had anything in my pockets, then told me to put my hands up as they do. Then more uncertainty as she asked again if I was sure there was nothing in my pockets, nope I said as I tried to steal a glance to see if she pushed the pink or blue button. Scan done and she calls her male college over still flustered, seeming way less confident and self assured than TSA agents usually are. I figured I was getting a pat down from the male agent. But no I was called forward and taken to the pat down area where she checked my arm/wrist area. Then the cracker, your free to go sir (doh) ma'am (yeah/WTF), so I don't know, is it important which order they fumble it out in?
We then spent 20 mins sitting in a restaurant just past security and I could see the same TSA handling the other passengers and back to the usual self assured TSA attitude! I wonder now if the whole thing about the pockets was trying to figure out if the contents of my skinny jeans were my car keys/cell phone or the dreaded TSA "alarm" as they like to refer to our version of lady bits.
Anyway probably boring you by now, but full time or not is the question, well a big blocker for me had been my father who hadn't really spent any time with me as Lisa, well he came with us on vacation and was thrown in at the deep end. He did really well, is struggling with my name and pronouns as he uses my name way more than he thinks he does and is realising that now. But he is really trying and he cares when he gets it wrong, so all good. But getting him to this point breaks down a major barrier to full time. But I am also thinking what is my full time. I'm not putting on make-up if I don't leave the house, but i still consider that as Lisa, but even if I do go out without make-up, like my flight home, I'm still wearing clothes from the woman's department, and importantly I'm still me, maybe full time is just a shift in viewpoint that I need to make, and now my dad is up to speed that opens up a good chunk of my away from home time that I had been feeling boy mode for. Maybe I'll just measure it on if I have to remove my nail varnish because its chipped or because I don't want it seen, IDK.
On the medical front, I had a GP appointment just before I went away as my prescription letter from the GIC came through, So I have had my bit of paper for a while now, but wasn't about to take a prostrap shot just as I headed off on my hols. But I also setup some blood tests ready for when I got back (now) but the GP admin team seem to have missed that part and have been chasing me to make an appointment. Well I spoke to them on Thursday after missing their call again and they asked if I could come in for my blood test that evening, err well I was going to get my prostrap at the same time I say. no problem we can do that too, but I haven't filled the prescription, when else can you do it. not for nearly three weeks was the answer. Well my GP had already told me they tend to have a few prostrap's in the cupboard which they can use if the patients prescription has been "cashed" So I spend the afternoon running around to get to the chemist, then we had planned to do the grocery shop and now I have an appointment. Busy.. Well the chemist didn't have prostrap in stock but could get it next day, no good for me but maybe now they will let me use one from the cupboard, so I keep my appointment, no joy, they only had the 3 month injection, so I only got my bloods taken, but as I was speaking directly to the nurse she was able to add me in as an extra appointment next Tuesday. so all being well I'll be on the roller-coaster of T starting next week. Not sure I'm looking forward to it mind, especially in light of Holly's experience.
Anyway I just hit preview and wow that's a wall of text, sorry, best add a photo or two from my travels.
One of the many covered bridges in Vermont, I think I'm ok on the weight limit, but I'll stand on the pavement to be sure.

View into the clouds atop Mt Washington New Hampshire, well at least it wasn't another record breaking wind speed day, not sure that skirt would stand up to 231 mph winds

A Lake on the Kancamagus Highway NH

some views in NH


Get out of the road you silly tart

Acadia National Park

Photographer becomes the subject (again)