Seems you have quite the dilemma.

I understand how difficult it is to take flight and free ourselves of the sometimes oppressive social bondage.

From my experience, it was really hard facing my fears when I first began my gender journey.


I choose to turn the fear into fuel, which seemed to really propel me forward. My main focus was/is authentic expression.

Even the resistance that I did meet at times helped to solidified my resolve.

I’m now almost two years on HRT now and have a solid handful of breast. They are firm and perky. So glad I had my nipples pierced a few years ago, because it really makes them pop.

Most of the time I wear tops that feature my budding breasts and they are quite obvious and I do get comments the odd time. I also go topless in public when appropriate.

It’s very rate that I’m addressed as “ mam”, even though I do wear what’s considered/labelled as women’s clothing—including heels quite often.

My hair is now longer and coloured and friends tell me they are seeing more feminine features—yet I still most often get the proverbial “sir”, which does irk me considering how I present.

So my point with all this is to relate my experience so far. I’m glad that I took inspired action in my transformation and glancing back only seems to propel me forward even more.

All the best to you on your unique gender journey🙏🦋💜