... that was quick

[mschatelaine]

My bust has started to develop already and my nipples have started to go hard. Interesting sensation. That's after a week and a half on the patches.

In other news, I was careless about putting away stuff when my young sister came up for a cup of coffee yesterday. When I told her the reason I had a bottle of nail varnish on my coffee table, she said, 'Okay,' and said that given how disabled she is, she'd have to be pretty hypocritical to object to me.

So that's more support within my family. I'm not sure of my other sister any more because she's getting very conservative in her old age, more like my parents. I suspect that my brother would be reasonable but I'm not going to push it right now. So a good start to the new year.

Comments

[carl-allery.livejournal.com]

Wow, those patches are powerful stuff. Glad to hear the muscular pains have eased as well. I take it you're happy to continue with them now?

So glad your sister is being supportive. I was so nervous about coming out to my brother that I sent him an e-mail warninging him I would be sending him an e-mail and he thought I was going to tell him off about something! He was relieved to find out I just wanted to tell him I was gay and not really surprised.

Hope the rest of 2008 continues as positively! Happy New Year!

[ms-chatelaine.livejournal.com]

Neither was my young sister particularly surprised, and when I told my other sister, some seven years ago, about my cross-dressing, she said, 'I know.' You hide less from your family than you think. I bet my brother also knows, but the mind game is about what you will admit to. We conform to a certain social model because to admit to one that includes uncomfortable aspects would mean that we would have to deal with them.

In my parents' case, they would have to deal with what would the neighbours think, the neighbours being those members of the social community that they feel they belong to. This is almost exclusively Catholic, because they grew up that way and are therefore unintentionally bigoted. You should have seen the fight my sister had, to get to stay overnight with her boyfriend. It had nothing to do with what my mother believed, and everything to do with what my grandmother would say. My sister had to compare my birthday with my parents' wedding anniversary to get her way, which we've always left as being the nuclear option in family arguments. Ironically, or possibly not given my great-granny's reputation, I found out after my granny died that my mother's birthday has an exactly similar relationship to my granny's wedding day. (My nephew was born within wedlock by some years - shows what education and maturity will do for you.)

My point with this maundering is that I'm not surprised by how unwilling you would be to rock people's boats because I know very well how little it takes and what they will do to you in response. I appreciate and am very grateful for your support in my boat-rocking.

And yes, the patches seem to be strong, or possibly I have a strong reaction to them. I have fairly large pectorals and I am also overweight so I have lots of flesh in my chest, but this is definitely budding breasts, just like my sisters had when they were about eleven.

I'm delighted. I can feel my shirt draping over them and my arms push them in. I'll be interested to see what effect the patches have on my hips. That should come at about the same time, judging by other trannies I've met, but obviously since I have a pronounced male-pattern belly, my knickers might get tighter but there's room to spare in the seat of my jeans. Since I haven't decided just how far I'm going with this change, I'd be happy not to get too much wider in the beam, although the women in my family are quite hippy. That's a compromise, though, because I'd like to grow nice round thighs.

The muscle pains go away when I'm sufficiently involved with the day that I've relaxed, and since I know what's going on it's easier to chase them away. It's definitely an enhanced sensitivity to stress; my life is stressful, not least because I am actively investigating my gender, but also expect an announcement in a few days when I have signed the contract for something new and exciting and extremely hard work. And I've a story to finish for Word Dogs by the end of the week. My best friend recommends meditation - he had similar stress episodes some years ago and turned to Buddhism to solve his problems - and those kind of relaxation exercises seem to work very well. But they're reasonably well under control so I'm going to go with it as far as it takes me.