In about 14 hours it will be exactly one week since I restarted estrogen. Amazing how quickly some things are happening. Facial hair growth instantly slowed to almost nothing and it’s lighter and softer than it was. The hair on the rest of my body is the same.
Tomorrow I do something I’ve anxiously waited all week to do. I’m going clothes shopping. That’s going to be fun!
So weird. No mones, I hate shopping for anything. One week on estro and I turn into a mall warrior. Actually, it’s more than that, and it is about the effects of the estro. I want to feel pretty and sexy. That’s not always easy to do when you look like me, but I want to at least buy some things I can feel more feminine in than jeans and t-shirts. I’m sick of fucking jeans and t-shirts.
The best way I can think of to describe it is I feel like there’s a teenage girl with Mommy’s credit card inside me and she wants out…at the mall.
When I wasn’t on estro, these kids of desires were easier to blow off because A) most of the time I had no money so it was a moot point, and B) I didn’t have enough of a life to care. On estro, it’s different. It’s not something that wouid be nice, it’s now a must-have and that, I suppose, is the difference.