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HNT What else would I post today?

August 27, 2009



This weeks HNT is my new patch.  That little thing the size of  a postage stamp is what’s working it’s magic.

I’ll leave it up to everyones imagination where that patch is applied. 😉



August 27, 2009

After my post yesterday, a friend asked me if I was going for SRS.  I realized I didn’t give much detail at all yesterday about where this all is going.

I am taking a rather small dosage of E.  There will probably be minor physical changes over time.  (Hopefully my nips go back to that wonderfully sensitive state they had last time I was on E.)  But my point isn’t to transition, at least not now.  As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I, as of right now, have unresolved custody issues of my kids.  And even once custody were resolved, I have a feeling, it could get reopened real quick if I decided to transition.

No, this is to give me a bit more of that warm girleyness in my head that comes with such substances.  This is to give me those mild changes to my body, that thrill me so much, even if no one else will notice.  This is to give me a little more girl to hold onto in a world that sees boy.

Thank you again to my friend who made this all possible.  And maybe, over a decade down the line, when I have a empty nest, I will re-asses where this is all headed.  But for now, I mildly, slowly and secretly become more and more me.

I’m on the patch.

August 26, 2009

Thanks to an anonymous donation from a wonderful friend, I am on the patch. 

Nope, not nicotine.  

This patch is for a substance that has been at dangerously low levels in my system for quite a while now, the wonderfully girley estrogen.

Do I feel any different today? Yes and no.

The patch has been on for a few hours, so I shouldn’t feel any sort of hormonal difference.  It takes time for the girl juice to build up in me.  But just knowing it’s there, makes me a very happy girl. 🙂

I’ll see what kind of measurements I can take by myself on Saturday, to start tracking the changes.  Thank you to my wonderful donor, you don’t know how much this means to me.