For MTFs who transition as adults, gotta say, the results are usually waaaay more obvious than FTMs, partly because of size, and because growing a beard is easier than getting rid of one.
I only know one FTM, who transitioned as an adult, and I only ever met him after his transition, and I honestly would never EVER have guessed he wasn't born a male. The MTFs I know (one of whom fulfilled the stereotype and went to Thailand for the reassignment surgery -- and she says the surgeon did an amazing job)...I knew them before they transitioned, so while I have no problem thinking of them as women, I still remember that they're trans women.
With the FTM, I only ever think, "Yeah, he's a dude." And that's how he hopes everyone would think about him.
Funny story: C. (the FTM dude) is one of those multi-talented people who can cook and sew and drywall a basement, etc. So he decided one day that he was going to make himself a corset. And it was a simple corset -- just canvas and twill, but really really well-done. He wore it to a party, and several people pulled his GF aside to ask if C. was regretting transitioning, or was thinking about "going back," or whatever.
I was standing there for one of those conversations, and before his GF could answer, I said, "Damn, [name]! Sometimes a dude just wants to wear a corset! Ain't nothing weird about that!"
I recently got matched on OKCupid with a super cute transguy (he said it in his profile, I guess to weed people out...). Too bad I could not get past my height issue!
Jesse, you're absolutely hysterical.
Seriously, I was like, "Well, maybe.... Oh, 5'6"??? Sorry, sir."
I love that the height was the deciding factor.
It took me 30 minutes to get dressed this morning. Or to decide on clothing. I have to give a presentation at a school site I've never been too today. It's hot. I wanted to go the sundress route, but just NOT professional enough. And I have cropped pants in three colors: khaki, green and pink plaid. The shirt that would be appropriate did not match ANY of those pants.
I tried on three dresses and put them in the donate bag, ditto with two bras.
Finally I chose a duro dress with a red cami and Simple shoes. I feel like I'm in erinaceous drag.
I'm wearing the dress I swore not to wear to work anymore, because of Jesse. She said camisole and dress, I thought of this, and now we'll see if I'd just been having a day or what.
Also, I will not make eye contact with strangers.
OMG, I am starving.
S. woke me up with an Egg McMuffin and a hash brown, and I was so happy! And then it was eh. Total eh. McDonald's, you let me down.
Lemon bar for breakfast this morning. Sweet, I can handle you when you're with the sour. This thing is delish.
And oh-so-nutritious. Whatevs.
And oh-so-nutritious. Whatevs.
Exactly. Now I want a donut replacement breakfast.
