I stopped by after my dentist appointment at the second hand store and rewarded myself by buying a cute, summer, skirt. The lady at the counter rang me up and said, "Thank you ma'am." It was about the millionth time I've been called ma'am and it's amazing that it still feels wonderful.
After almost three years, and female hormones, and surgeries and lots of practice, the skin, the hair, the hips, the boobs, the face, the voice, the mannerisms, the walk. It's all coming together. Oh and practice, practice, practice. Did I mention practice, practice, practice?