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mschatelaineI seem to be swinging back into feminine mode. What I wrote in my last post still holds and I'm still sure that I'll be both male and female, but I'm finding myself looking at a pretty girl and wishing I looked like that rather than or as well as being attracted to her. So, I decided a couple of weeks ago to take up the hormone prescription I've had sitting around for a couple of months and to go back with the patches. I seem to have quite a quick response to them and my bust has filled out again. I'm having trouble keeping my weight down as well, but my belt is still on the same notch although I haven't found yet that my trouser seat doesn't fit. Be interesting when that happens.
So I now fill the cups of a 36AA bra I have that I didn't used to. That back size is far too small but I bought it years ago to see whether I could feel what it was like to actually fill a bra. It didn't work at the time without chicken fillets but now it does, which led me to go bra shopping today. Properly, my back size should be 40 but a 40A just hangs slack off my chest, and that's the smallest cup size I could find on the high street. I have a 40AAA bra ordered off the internet and I'll be interested to see how that works and if it does anything for my bust. 38A is problematic, but I found that some cuts actually fit just fine although I'm not big enough to fit others. Balcony style don't seem to work but plunge style do. If Wonderbra did size 38A I'd be laughing. So I tried on more than a dozen bras and came away from Markies with two padded ones and one lacy, and some pairs of lace knickers. I'm lucky in my sizes that I can find a lot of what I'm looking for on the sale rail. Two bras for £4. Not quite as good as two pairs of high heeled sandals for £4, but it'll do. Gloat.
More seriously, I'm still going to have to be careful in my working life. A couple of months ago I was out for dinner with some business connections. The conversation got round to a TS that a couple of the men had met, and their extreme transphobia was ... not surprising, but still uncomfortable. I work very often among construction and property professionals and it's dominated by very conservative alpha males. All of the women I have encountered recently are in sales, and they are all flirts. Most of the others I know are in environmental management and the builder boys ignore them utterly, even if they are highly competent civil engineers - I fix that whenever I can. I am uncomfortable in a milieu where a powerful sales tool is an open blouse, and I guarantee that, the law notwithstanding, most of the people I run across in that milieu would be uncomfortable with me.
So, I'm back to wanting to lose weight, both to avoid any complications with the hormones and to reduce the masculine belly that I carry around. And given also the train wreck that has been my most recent romantic endeavour, here is a song that I'm finding quite apt right now. I'm definitely going to have to learn it and perform it.
Pretty Little Miss Dysmorphia
So I now fill the cups of a 36AA bra I have that I didn't used to. That back size is far too small but I bought it years ago to see whether I could feel what it was like to actually fill a bra. It didn't work at the time without chicken fillets but now it does, which led me to go bra shopping today. Properly, my back size should be 40 but a 40A just hangs slack off my chest, and that's the smallest cup size I could find on the high street. I have a 40AAA bra ordered off the internet and I'll be interested to see how that works and if it does anything for my bust. 38A is problematic, but I found that some cuts actually fit just fine although I'm not big enough to fit others. Balcony style don't seem to work but plunge style do. If Wonderbra did size 38A I'd be laughing. So I tried on more than a dozen bras and came away from Markies with two padded ones and one lacy, and some pairs of lace knickers. I'm lucky in my sizes that I can find a lot of what I'm looking for on the sale rail. Two bras for £4. Not quite as good as two pairs of high heeled sandals for £4, but it'll do. Gloat.
More seriously, I'm still going to have to be careful in my working life. A couple of months ago I was out for dinner with some business connections. The conversation got round to a TS that a couple of the men had met, and their extreme transphobia was ... not surprising, but still uncomfortable. I work very often among construction and property professionals and it's dominated by very conservative alpha males. All of the women I have encountered recently are in sales, and they are all flirts. Most of the others I know are in environmental management and the builder boys ignore them utterly, even if they are highly competent civil engineers - I fix that whenever I can. I am uncomfortable in a milieu where a powerful sales tool is an open blouse, and I guarantee that, the law notwithstanding, most of the people I run across in that milieu would be uncomfortable with me.
So, I'm back to wanting to lose weight, both to avoid any complications with the hormones and to reduce the masculine belly that I carry around. And given also the train wreck that has been my most recent romantic endeavour, here is a song that I'm finding quite apt right now. I'm definitely going to have to learn it and perform it.
Pretty Little Miss Dysmorphia
