Okay. Let's get to it.
My regimen remains largely unchanged. I've run out of spearmint. I've added lemon juice & aloe vera water through the day. I've added Baldwin's reishi capsule, 1 per day. I massage in a little of Ainterol PM breast cream, usually twice per day. I listen to the selection of Mind Power subliminal tracks downloaded from YouTube, irregularly.
At the time of my last big post I felt quite motivated. I was out in the evening for the first time dressed modestly in female clothes, basic make-up, accessories... It was a nice but not really transformative event. I had my eyebrows done and had to repeat the young but conservative cosmetician apprentice three times I want it plucked MORE before I gave up7. I contacted a GD and tried to get the counselling and HRT. Only then I fully realized my healthcare in Czech Republic is not covered by the insurance I pay in the UK. There is a seemingly simple procedure and solution and I applied for the necessary form back in February but the HMRC has taken no action yet. At the moment I can either pay for the whole process at home or start it in the UK. Both options seem unacceptable. All I can do is to bide time and write an occasional message to the HMRC to be reminded my application is awaiting attention. You can imagine how this lost time feels:-(((
I then embarked on now traditional and long anticipated solo trek through Moravia and Slovakia, which also meant a break from all those bottles and pills, first in six months. Solitude and the absence of routine and distraction usually leads me to deep thoughts and allows me to explore my true self. I had no doubt I'll be back soon, yearning to get back on the track with feminization. The reality was I did not miss it AT ALL. The idea of turning my life upside down for a whim I don't really care for seemed unjustifiable, just mad. My feelings' guidance failing me this way I even summoned reason for help: I need to stick to my plans, if I stop I will restart eventually anyway, just older. But then, hung on a hilltop shelter I found a sport bra fluttering in the wind, sweat stained, still smelling of a woman....
I hadn't worn a bra since I'd started NBE but of course I had to try it
). It fitted perfectly and I wore it all the time and something went click in my head - of course I won't let my girl down, how could I? But in the end the most compelling argument was again a massive shrinkage of breasts, this time it felt heartbreaking and unbearable. So I restarted after what was probably my last voluntary/planned break. I lost all the momentum though and for a long time did nothing more than dosing. After all the most valuable gain of my pilgrimage was I shod a lot of shame of my breasts. The backpack makes them stick out in an almost obscene way, I was mortified the first day, then I forgot about it.
The real breakthrough happened last week. I had my bra size measured (75B), expecting more post break growth I took a still okay 75C bra. I got a little carried away by the lovely bossom in the mirror and how the lady treated me (first time ever I was addressed as a woman by a stranger
) and continued the shopping spree with a bunch of women's T-shirts, shorts and swimsuit and started wearing them at home and out as well. That led to second and this time full-fledged coming out to my immediate family. (It's logical, should be obvious but I nonetheless fully realised it only
ex post that to come out openly into yer oppressive and judgmental father's face is essential.) I visited a hairdresser, got a colour and an awesome feminine cut. I then finally finished my eyebrow quest with thin high arches. On the street I got my first "What the hell was that?!" from a duo of teenagers I passed, "Just add earrings and you'll be a lady..." from a woman at a train stop and the men, who had so far been checking my breasts at best were staring me in the eye with the intense look I had never seen before. Add a smile and I would melt on the spot, teehee
. To say I felt elated is to say nothing. I saw with my own eyes it CAN be done, I can become a beautiful woman. Truly a turning point.
This week I've prescribed myself a sort of RLT lite, a holiday with some old acquaintances and some new people. I don't try to present as a woman, rather as an unapologetic MtF journeyman. Just one person acknowledged she understands the situation (how nice!), many more insist on rationalizing me as an experimenting free-thinking guy (so far I don't mind terribly but it's bound to change), many pretend not to see, hide their feelings and act normally.
Some directions for the future:
Expand the wardrobe. The ice is breaking regarding the clothes shopping so it should be easier. Start looking at shoes. It's 44-46, oh God.......
Start looking into cosmetics. I've got solid face, skin, hair, nails-care routines, but I know very little about decorative cosmetics. Time for make-up, Klára
Earrings.
A colourful butterfly tattoo on the right shoulder blade. (Nice: I used to mention these small but bold plans with mix of anxiety and disbelief I'll ever realise them. But the idea of getting such a tattoo, unthinkable 4 months ago, is pure joy. I love how boundaries give way: it's like banging my head against the invisible wall, one too many faithless bangs and the invisible wall is not around
)
Move. Resolve the insurance situation, get counselling and HRT. I keep postponing the actual elephants in the room and it's becoming a real burden.
About laser hair removal: I'm dissapointed so far. First 2 treatments left me burned and horrible looking for weeks but had some results. Treatments 3 and 4 caused far less damage but little result. I don't expect treatments 5 and 6 to make a big difference. The hair density is definitely reduced but the beard is still very clearly visible after close shave. And those are stilI black hairs that should be an easy prey for the laser. I will have to follow with electrolysis. And I thought laser is a final solution,
simplicitas sancta.
I don't have any new breast pics, there would be no vast difference from April anyway. What about a face pic instead? It's a far cry from what I saw in the mirror - a beautiful woman just around the corner. The evil camera reduces it to a guy in drag again. Hate it!!
Any other comments than "great!" are of course strictly forbidden
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Phew, there we have it. An overblown post that doesn't really belong to BN anymore. Should I start a blog like some freaky transsexual or what?!!