A little update a few hours ahead of my second gender clinic appointment. Deed Poll – signed. Sperm – frozen (twice). Finasteride – prescribed. Time spent en femme in Birmingham and Sheffield – hours and hours. So much done but still so much to do!
So it’s done. I’m legally no longer the person I used to be. I have two awesome girl names, no boy names and a piece of paper with four signatures on it. It feels good – but I can’t help feeling guilt, too. Anyway, here’s the process and what to do if you’re trans and want to change your name by Deed Poll.
I’ve been transgender for decades, and one of my main ambitions for soooooo many years has been to go on a hen night – to spend a night with the girls drinking, dancing and cavorting. And, on Saturday night, that’s exactly what I did!
Just got off the phone to my sister – and it appears there are major concerns about my transition from my parents – and my brother-in-law. Great!
Well, telling people I’m trans is getting easier and easier. I told another lady at Slimming World – and showed her a couple of photos on my phone. It was as easy as saying “Ooooh, I’ve just got back from Greece – here’s a picture of me on the beach!” She was so positive and said I looked so happy. So why is it so hard to tell your parents?!
So, so much has changed in the past week, since my first gender clinic appointment. As well as telling more male friends about me, I’ve been to dinner at a busy restaurant “en femme” and re-evaluated where I’m going with all of this. I’ve evolved. A lot.
Well, today was the day I’ve been counting down to since September 7, 2015 – my first appointment at Nottingham Gender Clinic (or whatever it’s been rebranded to this week). It was quite a day – it had its ups and its downs, and now I feel utterly exhausted.