Every so often someting catches you up short. Earlier today I happened on an animation of male to female esx change operation, initially it was a bit "cross your legs time" but there was a bit where the groin looked female and I went "yes , thats for me" and was shocked how much I would be happy to lose my dangly bits. It did not feel a loss at all, odd really.
I just over a weks time I shall be in Manchester. The expectation is 2 days dressing and being out there. Sadly there will be no Imageworks which burns, but there should be lots of good stuff. Ideally I would find a new coat and top but that is now unlikely, a fleece would probably do though would like a trench coat. Concerned about keeping warm and the knees. Also the wig. Go witht he thermal leggings and the boots, socks and some type of insole. Sadly no dress or skirt really expected. May take some lingerie for the room and possiblya meet but thats unlikely to put it politely.
Remember whe coming back from Brighton in probably 2012 first class seat, thinking wow things have changed and wondering how things would be now as I had been out dressed every day for over a week, well not much is the answer. OK possibly thats a bit harsh as I can now say going out in Manchester without a second though, well not much of a thought. There will be a battle to get ready and out in the morning, looking for clothes, cosmetics etc, bath bombs, rubbish on tele, train journeys and hopefully not bladder issues or hangovers or unpleasantness at Manchester stations or Starbucks. Sadly there is unlikely to be meetimg other gurls, buying clothes or much chatting. Still once Brighton was a big thing dressing on the evening eating cheese, smoked Bavarian, and pasta and a having a bottle of wine. Not passing the door.
If I am being kind would say its the thyroid knocking things down but that may be simplistic. There is the possibility of something on Mothers day which would be good, possibly do a belated new Years Eve.
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