Well, here we are, five days after my last blog post. Where do I begin?

I’ve decided I don’t like my foundation. When I get paid later this week, I’m going to get some liquid foundation in a lighter color.

I’ve found the clothes I’m planning to wear to my next meeting with the gender therapist; I’m waiting until I get paid to go get them. I’ve lost 20 pounds since I started dieting four weeks ago. I may lose around eight more by the time I go to see her, but I’m thinking it won’t make that much of a difference in my skirt size.

I ordered my first bra! From my research, it seemed that I needed something a little harder to find than usually. Once I got the specifications down, I found the bra. I’m getting a 44C, which may be a bit of a stretch at my current weight; but I’ll find a way to squeeze into it. And I bought a set of inserts.

I also ordered a wig. Oh, it looks scrumptious in the pictures! And it’s blonde – I almost can’t believe it myself. I need a floppy hat and sunglasses to complete the ensemble, but I’m afraid they aren’t in the cards. My head is a little large for a ladies’ hat – they make them, but they’re pricey – and if I wear sunglasses I won’t be able to see (I am terribly near-sighted). It wouldn’t do to go crashing into my neighbors in the middle of the day the first time I leave my apartment in women’s wear.

Speaking of feet, I’m going to try to buy a pair of ballet flats, or something like. I may get socks, or I may buy a pair of tights. Leaning toward the tights. My legs are awful at the moment, and I would looove feeling tights next to my skin.

I’m using Revlon Red nail polish. I tried to find Revlon lipstick or lipgloss in the same color; and I finally did: in ENGLAND, also through Amazon. It wasn’t too expensive, but I don’t know if it will arrive in time for my appointment.

And guess what?

I just scheduled my first appointment with a hormone specialist to start hormone replacement therapy (HRT). It’s a month away, but soon I’ll have taken my first big step on the road to bliss. And breasts. And a more feminine presentation; estrogen does additional marvelous things.

I’m trying to find a good, honest laser hair removal technician in my area. So far, not much success. I want to stop shaving, permanently; and I don’t want to have to compensate with makeup for beard shadow.

Well, other than continuing to wear women’s underwear (panties, camis) and painting my lips with gloss when I go walking, I guess I’m still pretty much in stealth mode. I’m not out to any more people, though it’s never far from my mind. I believe I’m feminizing in my speech and manner, though it’s happening slowly and somewhat of its own accord. I prefer that, actually; but it’s so darned slow (girly sigh). I must be patient.

good luck to you! hope all goes well.

Thank you!