Real_AirCooledGirl

One year, eight months of HRT! Now counting the days til my first name change anniversary, 4/20!

Since you asked, it's been between 15 and 20 degrees Celsius on my end. Warm enough to ride a moped without a jacket on.

One year and seven months of HRT!

I'm 1.7 m a.k.a. "5'7"" tall. Of course, many of the women on my mom's side of the family are pretty tall. And in my case, this is as of my 1-year tranniversary. The hormones made me lose 25 mm of height. These aren't changes to the bones so much as the ligaments and muscles in my spinal column.

Some new drip!

I never understood why "the guy" always had to pay for dates. That's very sexist and any woman who subscribes to that line of thinking is selling out her own sex. In my own experience, it also made me feel very dysphoric to be thrust into the boyfriend role. I'd rather be pampered by another woman.

My bank is close to the beach, too. The closest branch of theirs to me is only 5-10 minutes away by moped. And that branch is just across the street from my new workplace.

One year and six months of HRT!

Still having a crush on my hormone doctor. Meanwhile, a new challenger appears. There's this pretty girl I work with who I just met a few days ago. We hit it off immediately. She's trans, too, so we have plenty of common experiences. I can't get her out of my head. But at the same time, I have a feeling she might be straight.

So I went to Weis today to buy some sweet potatoes for a Christmas party I'm going to tomorrow night. It's a potluck dinner and I'm bringing candied sweet potatoes. Gonna cook them in the Crock-Pot, then bring them to the party. I buy five cans in case upwards of 15-20 people come. After I've checked out, I head to my scooter and put my groceries in a crate on the back. Here's where things get weird. As I'm putting my groceries on my scooter, some rando comes up and starts chatting me up while putting his cart away. He brings up how unusually warm the weather is today. I went to the store in the early afternoon, and it was 19ºC out (Read: Spring-like weather). We get to talking about global warming and how we've both seen people out in shorts over the past couple days. But here's where things get odd. The guy asks me if I think foot fetishes are weird. I tell him that it's just different. Then again, I used to go on 4chan quite a bit so I've seen my share of crazy shit. He notices I have big feet. Just to humor him, I mention how most of the women on my mom's side have big feet and I got those genes somewhere along the way. He asks about whether I show my feet. Depends on the weather and whatever outfit I wear that day; I was in a blue t-shirt, black capris, and black flats. And then he asks if he could see my feet! I laugh and decline, get on my scooter, and head off home. Thankfully, he didn't try to get my number; if he had, I'd have at least given him a fake number or told him I was taken. I laugh on the way home knowing some guy tried to pick me up. Joke's on him as I like girls. Wonder how he'd react if I told him I'd consider it if he transitioned into a leggy woman. I think sometime after Christmas, I might buy a cheap bridal ring set to wear in public. If some guy tries to back the mack on me, I'll flash the wedding and engagement rings at him and make up some story about my nonexistent wife. I'll tell him my 1.8-meter tall Navy SEAL, Army Ranger, Green Beret, et hoc genus omne wife wouldn't appreciate him hitting on me. Or say that I don't want to have to bail my wife out of jail again. First time I've rebuffed a guy's attempts to hook up with me offline.

I love death metal. Dimmu Borgir and Behemoth are among my favorite bands. Never heard of Bolt Thrower til now, though.

Riding high since a Halloween party I went to on Fallout Day in October and a TDOR (Transgender Day of Remembrance) vigil I attended last month after that. I met some ladies there. Only got one's phone number, though, but all of them and I are friends on Facebook and I'm friends with one of them on Twitter. The girl who hosted the party? She and I are both gamer girls so we have at least that much in common. Unfortunately for me, though, she's straight. One of the others is a lesbian, too, but she lives out in D.C. and that's a three-hour drive from my house. I've also got eight years on her. I don't mind dating a younger woman but I have a limit: If she wasn't alive when the Nintendo 64 came out, she's too young for me. This gal was two when that console launched but at least it was during her lifetime. I've given thought to entering a T4T sapphic relationship at some point because of the shared experiences. Short of personality conflicts, it's nothing but camaraderie when you gather a bunch of trans gals in a room together. We understand each other better than cis people understand us. I can know a cis woman for years and feel like I still don't know her very well. But I can speak to another trans girl for mere hours and feel like we've known each other our whole lives. Meanwhile, I still have the hots for my hormone doctor. I revealed this to my mom and a couple other women after the TDOR vigil. Those other two women and I discussed our transition experiences. One of them had a boob job and told us how her surgeon is a lifesaver. That's when I brought up my experience with switching doctors after my original endocrinologist moved out-of-state. After I mentioned my current hormone doctor, the GP, I then admitted that I have a crush on her and have felt this way about her for months. I still can't get her out of my head. At least I have connects in case I come across other prospects. It'll take a special kind of woman to make me forget about pursuing anything with the good doctor. Even if I do pursue anything with her, I'll be discreet and pick somewhere that's not in the context of an office visit.

One year, four months of HRT!

What does YouTube want to do? Become an online version of North Korea?

Thanksgiving dinner! First Turkey Day dinner with my dad's side of the family in two years, and the first time going with them as myself. This was after polishing off two big plates of food. Wish I recorded myself eating so I could make a mukbang video of it.

Cape May, NJ. I went there only ONCE in 2014 to visit the zoo and some surrounding areas. Also went on the beach to look for Cape May diamonds.

**laughs in Carolina Reaper**

Go to Vegas and settle a war over Hoover Dam between a re-creation of the Pre-War U.S. and an army of Roman cosplayers. While you're at it, rob an old casino, settle a tribal war, out-brain some floating brains in robot jars, and settle matters with the courier who set you up to die over a platinum poker chip.

At a party I hosted for my local trans group, most of the other people who were there thought I was 25. I've had people think I was in my mid to late 20s. Two people at a Halloween party I went to with that same group also guessed younger than my actual age when I asked them to guess my age. Maybe it's because I don't smoke, drink, or do hard drugs. Maybe it's also the breast mints working their mojo.

One pic, taken right before I went to the pharmacy that night to pick up my hormones. The other, a cute moment with my parrot. He had his head tucked into my neck and I had to capture it. The tank top/cardi combo has become a go-to outfit for me as of late. I can wear it with nigh anything. No, Ricky didn't peck at my chair. The outer layer of the cheap leather wore off over time.

Any woman I date is welcome to see me eat anytime. And I can still put away quite a bit of food. Whether I finish everything in one sitting or not depends on how much food I order and where we go.