For over two years my presentation has become steadily more traditionally female. About a year ago I changed my pronouns to he/they and last March to she/they. More recently I changed my name to include my male name and Krista. These changes could be seen on every email and almost every virtual meeting. I send dozens of emails a day at work and attend roughly four Zoom meetings each week.
I've also attended trans meetings where I could explore my appearance and myself with affirmations and no fear of judgement.
Some aspects of my appearance changed slowly but steady over the past two years. Nails, makeup, jewelry, blouses, pants, and shorts. For months I've worn only women's clothes, makeup, and jewelry.
Others I resisted because I feared them most. Which also means I wanted them most. I think. A wig. Breast forms. Red lipstick.
Home alone, I sometimes dressed up fully and even did photo shoots. These felt scary but good and as I did it more, it became pure fun and joy. I deleted lots of photos, but found some that I loved. This really helped me see myself physically.
I also did tons of work emotionally and intellectually, but this post isn't about that.
Yesterday and today I went to work fully en femme. The biggest changes over my usual look were the additions of my favorite wig and breast forms. Terror met need, though the fear was reduced because I knew I would not see many people. Inevitability, I saw more than expected. All were either affirming or acted like nothing had changed.
What did I learn?
I'm not performing for anyone. I felt most like myself when alone at my desk, feeling my bare legs and brushing hair out of my eyes.
As fear drops, I can enjoy being out in public. It's still hard but I see the potential better now. It's blissful to be called ma'am and fear the right pronouns being used.
Illogically, perhaps, the wig brings coherence while the forms bring much less. With my wig I feel like my face is softened. It also makes my gender more visible to others. The forms feel more artificial. I like my silhouette with them on, but I long for my own breasts to grow.
Regardless of reality, I feel more attractive as a woman. Since being attractive is secondary in importance, I also note that I have not once felt a serious urge to backtrack.
I also got back my blood tests after 3 days on estradiol and already the results are promising. My biological sex was not strong and already I was responding to estradiol.
My next hurdle is being more myself around my family. Right now, that means wearing skirts around my 29-year old twins and my wife. I'm progressing toward the wig. I'm scared. I have a plan to do so in a month.
Thanks everyone for being part of my journey by sharing your experiences and wisdom. ❤️