DAY 4 - The Last Hoorah (For Now)
So today was the last day of our trip. My younger sister and I flew home this evening after one more really great day. Let's start in the morning. We went out for breakfast and met with another couple that I've talked with through Facebook but hadn't met before. They are a cis-female and a trans woman who has only just recently begun her transition. We were treated well as seems to be par for the course. It was really nice for the first time being able to have a face to face discussion with another trans woman who is going through a lot of the same things in terms of her transition as I am. We shared some info and of course talked about a lot more than just transitioning. At one point we were talking about our male versus female looks and her wife said something to me that got the tears welling up big time. It was probably the greatest thing I've heard in a long time. She said "When I look at your male pictures versus how you look now, I don't look at you now and see the man hiding underneath. When I look at your pictures, I see the woman hiding underneath". Seriously had to fight to not cry and destroy my makeup, what an amazing thing to say.
Through the course of breakfast, we decided that we needed to do another weekend like this in another city. Me, my sisters, her and her wife. So the gears are already in motion on that. (BTW, I wore the other new dress I got on Friday and the outfit is shown in the picture below).
After breakfast we went back to the hotel, got changed and packed and checked out. Then we went back to the mall to do some more shopping. I was really looking for a red shrug or cropped cardigan to go with the dress I wore today (as well as another dress I've had for a while) so I can cover up the less than feminine ink on my arms. After a couple stores, we finally found what I was looking for. I ended up getting two shrugs, one in blue, one in red, and also some new earrings. Wilson's had a store clearance going and I came very close to buying myself an awesome leather jacket. However, with costs racking up and also realizing how hard it would be to get it home on the plan (my bags were already full) I decided not to. On the way out of the mall we passed by a Harley Davidson store, and I had to go look for a top (they have some of the greatest ladies tops sometimes). I looked for a while and didn't find anything I liked, but then my older sister walked up to me with a super cute burgandy shirt with black lace insets. I grabbed two sizes and went to find a fitting room. The room was off in a corner and there were more ladies shirts near there and a woman was in that section browsing. As I walked in her direction, I got a pretty nasty glare, probably the only real bad reaction I've gotten. I had to find an associate to open the room and the guy that helped me out was over the top friendly. He was truly helpful, and really made me feel at ease. I found the shirt that fit, and went to check out. The same guy checked me out, again being super nice. Meanwhile, that woman was at the other register with her husband trying to check out (they were having a credit card issue). When I walked up, she walked away and starting looking at displays, leaving her husband to sort out the mess. It was pretty clear from her body language, I was the reason she left. But it really didn't bother me. I have to admit, walking into a Harley store I kind of expected some bad reactions. After I checked out, I found a bathroom so I could change into my shirt (yeah it's that awesome).
After the mall, we had a late lunch at a Thai restaurant my sister recommended. The food was good, staff was friendly, no issues or awkwardness. Then it was off to the airport. Once again TSA was a breeze. The agent checking ID's looked at my ID then at me and suddenly lit up and was extra friendly. I've noticed this becoming a trend that a lot of people when they figure out I'm trans will be come a little over the top friendly. It's almost like maybe they're trying a little too hard but I'm not complaining. It's nice and far better than the alternative. I actually enjoy the "special" attention. Anyway, the screening process went fine (thank god for TSA PreCheck), wore my breast forms and padding once again and since I was going through a metal detector instead of a body scanner, there were no issues.
The flight home was uneventful. The flight attendants were very friendly to me, again one effeminate male flight attendant gave me that same extra friendly type reaction when I boarded, but it was genuine and it made me feel comfortable and welcome.
So really that's all there is to report. The weekend was amazing. What I've learned from all of this is that this is truly who I need to be. I am Alyssa Jean. This chick has broken out of her egg and is ready to face the world. This is the confirmation I needed as I head into a week that will see me starting electrolysis and taking the first step toward HRT as well. I'm more ready now than I was before even. Another nice side effect of this is that I'm so much closer now with my sisters. They were so amazing all weekend gendering me properly, referring to me as their sister and just helping me be one of the girls.
Today's Breakfast Outfit: