Nice! It really suits your skin tone too.

Last time I checked, yes :3

Well if we’re all sharing :3

The pills are progesterone.

Congratulations! A couple of tips:

Makeup is as difficult as you want to make it. Tutorials on YouTube are a good way to get an idea for what you can do, but the only way to really figure it out is to practice. I’d suggest learning one thing at a time, and if you like how it looks it’s not wrong! For me the most effective things are mascara, eyebrows, eyeliner, and foundation, roughly in that order. It took me a ridiculously long time and a lot of different products before I got anywhere with eyeliner, btw.

As for clothes, yes, wear what makes you happy! Be aware if you’re buying online that stuff that looks good on the model may not suit you. And your shape will change a lot on HRT, so don’t give up hope!

Good luck <3

I also suck at platformers, and Celeste really taught me the value of persistence. The sense of accomplishment when I finally reached the summit was amazing.

No spoilers, but there are plenty more great moments coming up :)

Eugh. Having to stop shaving for a few days prior to electrolysis. At this point I look like a girl wearing an extremely crappy fake moustache. Most of the rest of my face is clear now, but the upper lip is just endless. 😔

As you’ve discovered if your resonance is good you can speak at a low pitch and still sound like a woman :)

Worst case you’ll need to train for a bit if you want your male voice back in the future. But I think it’s a good thing! Presumably you’re going to want to go femme full-time at some point, and you don’t want to accidentally make a clocky noise if you’re startled or not concentrating.

That’s a lovely dress and you look fantastic in it! Thank you for sharing – I think it’s so important for people to see just how much joy transitioning brings.

It’s not just me then, that’s a relief! Must be an AuDHD thing 😅

That’s great! Good for you <3

But I can tell you what would have run through my brain:

Wow, sounds like I pass! But wait, that’s what she wants me to think! Which means she must have clocked me ages ago, and knew all this time! Oh, how hideously embarrassing! And she didn’t let me know she’d clocked me, either. Wow, it must be really obvious. And clearly she’s pretending that she didn’t know to protect my feelings. Oh, why can’t I be that considerate? I’m just a piece of human garbage.

But wait. If she was pretending not to have realized so well that I didn’t know she knew, then she must realize that I’m trying to present as a woman and is accommodating that. Does it really matter, then, whether she’s guessed my assigned gender or not, so long as she treats me as a woman? OF COURSE IT DOES! Because she must be secretly disgusted with me.

Oh no! That means everyone I’ve ever met is doing exactly the same thing: treating me as a woman while secretly knowing the truth! Ahhh!

No, no, calm down. Remember, not everyone is that nice. OK, so it’s possible that some people have clocked you and are being nice, but Occam’s razor would have it that they just think you’re a woman.

Phew, glad that’s sorted. WAIT! I need to reply. I’ve just been staring into space like a lunatic. Say something! No, wait, that was a compliment, wasn’t it? Smile first. Okay, ready? Face muscles engaged… not too much… look at her eyes…

“Uh, thanks.”

You ruined it! Nice job, asshole.

That is a happy smile 😊

To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t worry about it. Just go with how you feel at the moment.

Before I started HRT, I was on the fence about SRS: I figured I might want it one day, but I was cool as-is. A couple of months in, that all changed and I was pretty sure I wanted it. Now I’m booked for the op later this year!

Why did my feelings change? I have no idea. But my guess is that I was more bothered by my overall appearance and ongoing masculinization that bottom dysphoria didn’t really register. Once I’d got that out of the way, the next biggest worry made itself known. So it could just be a result of shifting perspective / priorities.

Hello!

Thanks for sharing, and congratulations on figuring it out! (I guess that sounds a bit like you passed a test to join a secret society?)

Welcome to the girls’ team!

The first step is the biggest; well done! <3

I started with very short hair too, and dealt with it by wearing a beanie for the first year.

The trans contingent is strong in here today!

Coming out I had a brief moment of “does this mean I have to date men now?” But no, I’m just not interested.

I figured out my way of dating was different pretty early on. Things would probably have turned out quite different if I’d known any lesbians growing up.

The thing that struck me most about it was the idea (from Owen’s perspective) of actually being a character in a TV show you watch. Before cracking, I’d fantasize about being a women in pretty much the same way as you’d daydream about being in the world of a book or movie. Nice to think about, but in no way connected to reality. Until one day you stick your head through the screen and achieve what you thought was impossible.

And I guess to some people your old self is just gone, and they can’t see that you’re now more real than the world they’re stuck in.

I love that movie so much.

Excenomenal! Phellant! And all the other things <3

I can’t help but imagine you blew his mind, and he was staring at you thinking, “holy shit, you can do that? Where can I get a dress in my size?”

Well, probably not, but anyway.

I tried on a bra as a joke and couldn’t figure out how to take it off.

So my paranoia of course likes to insist that everyone is secretly clocking me but pretending I pass just to fuck with me. I got a chance to test it last week when I met a friend-of-a-friend who doesn’t know anything about me.

Me: Hey, wanna see a photo of me when I was younger?
FOF: Okay… woah, your hair’s really short!
Me: Yeah, I, er, used to cut it like that…
FOF: Wow, you were quite the tomboy!
Friend: Less a tomboy, more like a boy.
FOF: (makes “WTF are you talking about” face) huh?? (looks again) ohhhhh!

And much laughter was had. So I guess I can safely continue to ignore the voice in my head.

Oh, and there was the time someone assumed I was non-binary but couldn’t figure out which way. Serves me right for dressing masc that day I guess :3