I had an overnight in London and so had the opportunity to go out presenting female to get some more experience. It went fine, but afterwards I’m feeling really down and this huge wave of dysphoria that I can never be the woman I want to be. My last outing in London had been a success, and I had a really fun night, was treated as a soma by people I met and felt euphoric afterwards. That was a night out at a bar and lots of drinking. This time, my evening was already committed so I would be going out in the morning before work. A year or so ago, I had gone to breakfast in the hotel wearing a dress and it had been an uncomfortable experience. I was conscious of people staring, some old man walked away from the queue rather than stand next to me, and a young woman and her boyfriend openly laughed at me in the lift. I wanted to put that experience to bed so I did the breakfast again. After last time, I was nervous. Walking around town dressed I find most people don’t notic...
I’m just a boy who dreams of being a girl. These are my musings about that journey as I try to work out exactly what that means.