guardian.co.uk – Juliet Jacques
Having changed my name, I considered what else could be done while I waited for my first Gender Identity Clinic appointment. The male feature causing the most discomfort, physically and psychologically, was my facial hair. In order to even attempt to ‘pass’, I had to shave twice a day, before plastering my sore skin with foundation to cover any shadow, with predictable results for my complexion, and I soon wished I’d had it removed before I began my Real Life Experience (especially when I had to do all that just to go to the launderette).