To worry

Wedding dress shopping this weekend with Meg and Susan.  I was looking for a white dress, but not something necessarily as formal as the typical wedding gown. But as I started trying on dress after dress and two different places on Newbury Street, I really started to like the idea of something fancy.  I didn’t settle on anything yet, but I think I have it narrowed down at least.  I’m pleased to see how good I look in a dress after years of hormones.  I remember putting on a dress when I was younger and just looking awkward it in.  

Throughout the fittings, I was wearing gaff panties that tuck my penis between my legs.  It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world and I grateful I don’t have very much to tuck.  I can’t imagine what that would be like for someone with a huge penis.  Either way, I’m happy that after next February I won’t have to worry about such things.

If either of the women that helped me at the fittings knew that I am trans, they didn’t show it.  

I started a new job last Wednesday.  It’s interesting being around a whole new group of people and trying to figure out if any of them see me as a woman or if they see me as a transgirl.  Nobody has to know why I’m taking a month off in February.

And my car died last night.  It’s a 1998 piece of shit car and I knew it was on its last legs.  I was hoping it would last me until the paychecks from the new job were flowing in, but that didn’t happen.  So I paid the $480 to get it repaired.  Seems like a ridiculous thing to do for a car that can’t possibly last much longer, but I’m just not financially ready to buy a new car.