[Chrissiegirl]

I hate to say this, but at an A, you are still only playing with having boobs. At a B, you have two largish lumps of flesh, that cause your clothes to create a female boosom and it's presence is inescapable, whatever you wear. Remember, a B cup, is the average size, for British women.
Today, with a dear friend, I have waved good bye, to the old & hatefull me, and sent every last vestige of male clothing to the charity shop. The timing was totaly driven by my boobs, as I cannot afford electrolosys and will have to make the best of a bad job. Despite that caveat, I am estatic; at last I begin to be me and no going back; this has been a desperately serious undertaking and, I feel, I am gaining. I have never felt such contentement, in my life and I choose my words with care. This is not about happiness, or getting a buzz; this is about the very core of me and liberating me from the vile prison of tostesterone, to become a calmer, altogether nicer person. I just do not want any of you to be hurt, by going further down this road, than you are prepared for, because it is a one way street.
I have virtualy no sexual desire and celebrate the fact. My body odour has totaly changed and said friend, and I are interacting as 2 women, something she has commented on to her family. I am ecstatic, with where I am, but, if you doubt you may be, please take care.
Big, warm hugs to you all,
Chrissie