So for the shallow stuff, I found I can order panties that fit me online (XL high-leg brief variants from Victoria’s Secret). They arrived. They fit my shrinking pre-op, pre-HRT body. I am glad of this, because it means I don’t have to either wear uncomfortable panties, wear men’s underwear and feel dark and sad over that because it feels like self-invalidation, or do laundry all the time.

Further shallowness, discovered I can do things with subtle nude and red eyeshadow in an everyday setting. Combined with the nude lipstick and the rose-metallic nail polish it’s probably the most feminine I have gone to work. I assume people react, but I don’t know how close they must come to conclude that the face stuff indeed is makeup.

Then last, just to remind you, this all crap is not all that I am. This is one area of my life only, and it is ultimately a minor one. My science, my loves, my friendships and families, my interests and hobbies and kinks and explorations, those are bigger parts of my life (though my gender inflects them). I just don’t transition in the same way in those regards, so I don’t have a need to write about them here. Peace. :*