Sunday, January 17, 2010
I was with T___ in a hotel room (IRL, we've got a tropical vacation planned), but we're more like friends than a couple. I think there's somebody else there, maybe my brother (IRL, we never hang out together), in a totally platonic way. We're getting ready to go to the beach. I had to borrow swim trunks, since I had none of my own. Somehow I ended up wearing canary yellow shorts, with white polka dots, which I thought were suspiciously feminine. I mentioned it to T___, and she said they were girls' swimshorts, but that it wouldn't be a big deal, and besides I should start wearing women's clothes in public anyway to get used to it, since I'm now determined to become a woman. That's when I noticed that my body hair was gone, and I was quite happy to venture out to the beach like this.
Friday, January 15, 2010
I had one of those Composition notebooks, and I wrote the name Angélique on it, in fancy script, musing about how I'd love that to be my name. Then my mother arrived with a bunch of people, and she collected notebooks, and laughed jovially when she took mine and saw the clever name I had put on it, like it was a joke on my part. I laughed along with her, nervously, feeling like I came close to having my secret discovered.