Actually making progress with my transition lately. Got my therapy appointment scheduled, gathering paperwork to get my name changed, and started telling people I have a twin sister who died when they ask who Ashley is.
Morbid, sure, but it works cause it makes people uncomfortable enough that they don’t ask any more questions.
Went completely stealth at a party and met this really awesome chick. Ended up making out with her, got her number, and almost brought her back to my apartment.
Dysphoria: 0, Shawn: 1
The worst thing is that strangers won’t misgender you, but there’s someone you used to know who will never forget your face whenever you least expect it.
She doesn’t know I’m trans*, let’s see how long it takes for the questions to arise.
Got called “sir” today. Fuck yea going stealth in public.