My gender transition – which started nearly 4 1/2 years ago with a simple question to myself while sitting on the bed one evening – is, for most intents, over at this point.
Wardrobe? Check. Shoe closet? Checkcheckcheckcheckcheck and then some! (Actually, it-s more like a couple of huge piles on the bedroom floor at this point, with little room in the closet …) Out to friends and family? Check. Hormones? Check. License changed over? Check. Living full time? Check. Job interviews as Frannie 2.0? Check. (No job yet, unless you count going back to my former place of employment as a part-timer, which I guess does count for something …)