Saying Yes More

I’m trying to make peace with the fact that I’m going to be a mature woman only a few years after getting the body of a woman. I’ve wanted to feel pretty my entire life and, not long after feeling that way for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m losing it.

The Moment Was Perfect

Tiffani’s eyes got a little bigger. I kept going in my ad lib. I hadn’t prepared anything because I hadn’t planned this. It just … happened.

“I also know that you don’t want to get married again. And I’m okay with that. I don’t need the paper. Baby, this is a promise …

Those Three Years

“However, I experienced a ton of harassment in Plano. Early in my transition, I was shopping in East Plano and had an employee of the grocery store loudly say to every customer and coworker in earshot ‘you never know what’s down below.’”

Some Kind of Milestone

I feel like I’ve hit some kind of milestone in my transition. I’ve been getting a lot less “sir” and a lot more “ma’am” recently. Some of that is simply because I changed where I work to a more accepting part of the DFW metro and the other part is that being over two years on estrogen is really making a difference. Oh, and there’s the electrolysis and laser hair removal.

I’m Done Limiting

I guess I’ve just hit the point at which hiding takes more energy than being myself. What that means, for me, is that I’m transitioning. It’s a huge step that I’ve been wrestling with for two years. All of my excuses to not transition have fallen away.

Dallas Begnaud