For me at least, getting work is tough. It may not even be because of the tranny thing. But... I wondered if going back to part-time (eew!) for a while might make finding something a little easier. But it had been so long, I wasn't so sure I'd even be able to pass very well.
Of course, typically of me, I decided to find out one weekend, so I went out crossdressing with my girlfriend, who didn't (this time). I wore the only male clothing I still have: my drab green men's dress shirt, a half-decent tie, and black slacks. I don't have any men's dress shoes, but I wore some flat-ish black zipper boots. All in public! Unfortunately, there were some obstacles, and I learned much sympathy for my FtM brothers:
Obstacle #1: I have boobs. As of now, my breasts are very definite B-cups, and it looks like they might even reach somewhere in the C range before they finish. I wore a tightish sports bra to try and flatten them (poo), but I'd still have to gain 50 pounds or so to make them look even remotely proportional. Bzzt.
Obstacle #2: I have hair. My hair is getting decently long, just past my shoulders, poofy, wavy, and worst of all, I have BANGS! Think Courtney Love circa 1994, except brown. Bzzt.
Obstacle #3: I lack voice. Estrogen will not affect my poor testosteronated voice box much, but it does a little, as do new proportions and muscle tone. I haven't used those lower registers except in rare occasions (some very funny) since early last summer. Bzzt.
Obstacle #4: I am female. Having broken free some time ago, I had a lot of trouble conducting myself in anything resembling a masculine way without lots of effort. That, and my feminized face and body foiled my attempts at being more rough n' rugged than Richard Simmons. Bzzt.
I did not pass very well despite my best efforts. I was also very uncomfortable, almost as nervous as I once was going out in female clothes. I got strange stares from older masculine males especially. Towards the end of the whole weird adventure, I put on powder and lipstick and acted like myself again.
Part-time isn't an option anymore. This girl ain't lookin' back, even though I really, really wish I could just give up and say "fuck it" sometimes.
sounds like it was a useful experiement. I giggled at the Richard Simmons comparison! who is you female measuring stick? I hope you're aiming a lot higher on that side! :)
I just saw the picture of you on the front page of the site and had to come back and comment on this post--you're built like about a third of the women in my family!
A Sunday Spent Crossdressing - 04/13/06 09:50 PM
Of course, typically of me, I decided to find out one weekend, so I went out crossdressing with my girlfriend, who didn't (this time). I wore the only male clothing I still have: my drab green men's dress shirt, a half-decent tie, and black slacks. I don't have any men's dress shoes, but I wore some flat-ish black zipper boots. All in public! Unfortunately, there were some obstacles, and I learned much sympathy for my FtM brothers:
Obstacle #1: I have boobs. As of now, my breasts are very definite B-cups, and it looks like they might even reach somewhere in the C range before they finish. I wore a tightish sports bra to try and flatten them (poo), but I'd still have to gain 50 pounds or so to make them look even remotely proportional. Bzzt.
Obstacle #2: I have hair. My hair is getting decently long, just past my shoulders, poofy, wavy, and worst of all, I have BANGS! Think Courtney Love circa 1994, except brown. Bzzt.
Obstacle #3: I lack voice. Estrogen will not affect my poor testosteronated voice box much, but it does a little, as do new proportions and muscle tone. I haven't used those lower registers except in rare occasions (some very funny) since early last summer. Bzzt.
Obstacle #4: I am female. Having broken free some time ago, I had a lot of trouble conducting myself in anything resembling a masculine way without lots of effort. That, and my feminized face and body foiled my attempts at being more rough n' rugged than Richard Simmons. Bzzt.
I did not pass very well despite my best efforts. I was also very uncomfortable, almost as nervous as I once was going out in female clothes. I got strange stares from older masculine males especially. Towards the end of the whole weird adventure, I put on powder and lipstick and acted like myself again.
Part-time isn't an option anymore. This girl ain't lookin' back, even though I really, really wish I could just give up and say "fuck it" sometimes.
Hee.
Posted in playing_boy by Milla | Comments (4)
sounds like it was a useful experiement. I giggled at the Richard Simmons comparison! who is you female measuring stick? I hope you're aiming a lot higher on that side! :)
Posted by patita at April 14, 2006 05:21 PM
C always says I'm girlier than she is. She's not exactly Tinkerbell, but she's no Melissa Etheridge, either. =)
Posted by Milla at April 15, 2006 01:20 AM
I just saw the picture of you on the front page of the site and had to come back and comment on this post--you're built like about a third of the women in my family!
Posted by patita at April 21, 2006 01:05 PM
I'm getting there. =) Another year or so and the hormonal changes will be 90% over with.
My brother's camera has the habit of making me appear fleshier in full body shots than I do in person or in the mirror. Alas.
Posted by Milla at April 21, 2006 01:59 PM