Visit to the doctor
Sorry about the fact that the last post dates from almost a week ago. I've been working on more than one and actually didn't post any. Dumb me. I'll get them out today.
Guess it's all come together: the posts, the fact that I need to pack (I'm going on vacation, yay!) MORE things (I understand now why girls in movies and animation always take a lot of stuff when travelling), my allergies and yes, you guessedit: a small depression.
I went to the doctor today for some digestive problems that I have. Boy, was I nervous. It was my first time in years in a medical office, totally en femme and I hadn't eaten anything for five or six hours. Besides, I didn't want to tell him that I'm driving my own HRT (he'll want me to go to a psychologist, stop HRT or label me as a transsexual in my insurance which gives me the privilege of humongous premiums) so I was pretty nervous. All right, I was almost clawing the walls. And since my progress shows everywhere with my face softened, my breast growth and body shape change, they kept asking me if I was taking any medicines. Oh... I'm very "private" you may say (schizo bitch) and I get terribly nervous about people even when they DON'T ask me if I'm a crossdresser or about my sexual activities (which he did). Lord, if I had been made of stone I would've shaken into destruction! I just want to know what's wrong with my lousy digestive tract! Do I have to disclose every intimate detail of my life?
I'm going on vacation tomorrow which will allow me to purge my emotional system of a lot of ups and downs I've been having lately. I came out completely to my love's sister (I could barely speak) and she was completely supportive. She's even teaching our little niece to call me "aunt"! I'm so excited cause she's such a cutie! :D I never wanted to be a father really, I always saw it as a lump I had to carry because it was expected of me. A mommy I'd have loved to have been (LOVED to), but not a daddy.
Anyway, I've also gone through a series of shook-ups with my sweetie about us and my transition. Staying together
Guess it's all come together: the posts, the fact that I need to pack (I'm going on vacation, yay!) MORE things (I understand now why girls in movies and animation always take a lot of stuff when travelling), my allergies and yes, you guessedit: a small depression.
I went to the doctor today for some digestive problems that I have. Boy, was I nervous. It was my first time in years in a medical office, totally en femme and I hadn't eaten anything for five or six hours. Besides, I didn't want to tell him that I'm driving my own HRT (he'll want me to go to a psychologist, stop HRT or label me as a transsexual in my insurance which gives me the privilege of humongous premiums) so I was pretty nervous. All right, I was almost clawing the walls. And since my progress shows everywhere with my face softened, my breast growth and body shape change, they kept asking me if I was taking any medicines. Oh... I'm very "private" you may say (schizo bitch) and I get terribly nervous about people even when they DON'T ask me if I'm a crossdresser or about my sexual activities (which he did). Lord, if I had been made of stone I would've shaken into destruction! I just want to know what's wrong with my lousy digestive tract! Do I have to disclose every intimate detail of my life?
I'm going on vacation tomorrow which will allow me to purge my emotional system of a lot of ups and downs I've been having lately. I came out completely to my love's sister (I could barely speak) and she was completely supportive. She's even teaching our little niece to call me "aunt"! I'm so excited cause she's such a cutie! :D I never wanted to be a father really, I always saw it as a lump I had to carry because it was expected of me. A mommy I'd have loved to have been (LOVED to), but not a daddy.
Anyway, I've also gone through a series of shook-ups with my sweetie about us and my transition. Staying together
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