(#TransitionTimeline Part 1 of 3)
2 years ago, my first pills of #estrogen and #spiro arrived in the mail after I ordered them from a pharmacy in Thailand (mom's only concern was thinking ordering from an international source would've opened up the risk of the pills being tainted with fentanyl). While I ordered the pills to silence doubts running in my brain (the #HRT consultation from Planned Parenthood was scheduled for October...and I wasn't willing to wait that long having doubts), the second the E went under my tongue, I felt an intense warmness (which in hindsight was placebo since E doesn't even start having mental effects until a couple weeks in) amidst a taste akin to that of cotton candy. Almost as if my body was telling me "Girl, you're trans. No need to doubt anymore." The further along I've gone, the more secure in myself that this was one of the best decisions I've ever made....and one I should've made sooner.
While the #gendereuphoria of putting on the dress at the start was what gave me my Danny DeVito-esque moment of silently saying "Oh my God, I get it", feeling and noticing my body slowly morph has been a wonder--softening of skin, boobs, shifting around of body fat, developing hips/thighs/ass, etc. I've also tried developing my own forms of fashion that comes in three flavors (sometimes intermixed with each other): 1). goth-chic, 2) Flamgirlant (aggressively feminine in a flamboyant manner), and 3) as slutty as acceptable in public spaces in a conservative state. Social transition has been the slowest for me thanks to me being supercharged to be bullheadish-ly me (perhaps emboldened by the continuing aftershocks of #gendereuphoria), but sometimes I make unconscious and subtle steps towards social transition....but not fast enough.
[TO BE CONTINUED]