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a twirling tranny and a hangover January 15, 2010

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I don’t often venture into the bright lights of the metropolis so yesterday was an adventure in all manner of ways (not least the organisation of leaving two sixteen year olds in charge of the picking up,  feeding and putting to bed of a small boy).

We had japanese food….which is always good.

Followed by a worky meeting where due to Js lighweight drinking habits i had to drink several glasses of wine to help finish a bottle….which is always a mistake at lunchtime.

And then our first meeting at the gender clinic. Very helpful and supportive and the wodge of cash it costs certainly oils the cogs of process. A totally different experience from the NHS and we came away with the name of a psychotherapist in Cambridge and some paperwork (a hormone informed consent form to mull over and a sheet of other stuff that mostly seemed to be contraindications and dire warnings).

It was a bit strange Jane almost felt told off as presenting as gender dysphoric without having cross dressed to any real degree is quite unusual. J has almost an antipathy to cross dressing, I think its possibly one of the things about ‘this’ that she has blocked and not wanted to be ‘just’ a bloke in a frock.

The Doctor pointed out that as well as the long journey the process will take us J will also have the long journey of finding her style and her comfort in dressing to pass.

But it was a positive meeting, three months of therapy and then hopefully Jane can start the hormones that seem, for her, to be the magic key to being where she wants to be.

In times of stress, retail therapy is always good so we headed off to Long Tall Sally to start filling that wardrobe void.

The staff in LTS were brilliant, they gave us the large corner dressing room so i could be in there and let us just haul stuff in and out. The only teeny piece of criticism i would have is they need a step in the shop so shortarses like me can reach the shelf with the shoes on. It was a very positive experience for J just being around lots of tall women….she’s not the only tall woman in the world….its helpful to have that brought home to her.

So Jane tried on a couple of skirts and a top…. the first things she tried on made her spin with sheer happiness in front of the cubicle mirror…. we had the largest cubicle but…it wasn’t really large enough to be trapped in there with a twirling tranny!

Have to admit, seeing her dressed for the first time was scary….and did give me a wobble (that we treated in pizza express with highly sugared coffee)…but i unpinned my self from the wall, took a deep breath and got her to try a slightly more flattering top (Empire line, with a less revealing neckline and which matchedthe skirt she had on). And then…yes….once through the scare….i can see her start to emerge.  There are many things she’ll never be (Miss World being one of them)….but most of us never will. But she will pass as a woman…. she has (and i find myself falling into a Rum impression) a ladies hands.

In fact she has a lot of very good feminine stuff….and in the long run self belief and being comfortable in your skin can get you a long way becuase on the whole people tend to see what they expect to see.

So…we left LTS with two skirts, a top, a pair of black pumps and some tan tights (tan tights with black pumps!!!!)

And off we went to a party….where they had a vodka bar….which on top of the lunchime drinking really wasn’t a good idea.

 

2 Responses to “a twirling tranny and a hangover”

  1. debz furneaux Says:

    having read both your descriptions of the ‘twirling tranny’ i have two comments – i can see it so clearly in my head it makes me smile just imagining it! and tan with black pumps? oh dear i can see we are going to have to educate Jane!!!

  2. janefae Says:

    ha! we’e talking self-preservation here. in this household, two galumphing girls plus partner already are engaged in a life and death struggle over the ownership of black tights.

    i, being well-mannered and – dare i say it – altogether more lady-like than these three, decline to enter that particular fray.

    besides, the prob was that the only choices on offer were black and tan: a choice that might cheer staunch Ulster Unionists, but which fills me with dread. you will not find me wearing much black by choice…so tan were the least worst option.

    If the choice were wider, then i would be with the step-daughter on this one, and opt for pink…purple…green…something cheerful…something with colour.

    jane

    xx


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